Here we go again on a dizzying upswing. Possibilities are stars and I am hurtling through them at lightspeed. Somebody told Chewie to punch it, and it seems the hyperdrive is working just fine. Opportunities are endless. I can zoom onward, my heart in my throat as I watch all these amazing chances streak by my windows.
But, wait, help! It’s all flying by too fast and I can’t connect the dots of stars if they just look like trails of laser fire. And I might be moving at stunning speed, but do I even know where I am going? Euphoria is sweet, but I’m risking my sanity, achieving all this altitude without sufficient oxygen.
Reaching such velocity and then slowing to the inevitable crawl between these frenzied trips beyond the atmosphere of my every day experience is nothing new, but traveling through life as a new mother is making the ride more brilliant, terrifying, and death-defying than ever before.
This is passion, this is euphoria, this is limitlessness. And it can be as difficult to harness and capitalize upon as a passing comet.
Christine Kane has a guest blogger who writes about passion today. She names it, desrcibes it, and invites readers to uncover it in themselves. What she does not address is how to harness it so you don’t just feel like a helium balloon, rising so fast you forget the feel of the earth. It’s only the combination of a pair of boots firmly planted in the mud of daily life worn with a set of passion feathered wings that stuff really gets done, that the necessary changes happen.
For me, passion is hope, ever springing eternal. My task is to capture all of this fabulous momentum and distill it into a potion I can drink each day, a little draft I can add to my morning tea to keep the sweetest adrenalin pumping even when real life is trying to tell me it is impossible to fly.