Remember me for my passion, the paradise that I imagined.
I meant to write in this blog more, but I've failed once again. But since I'm home alone on a random Saturday in March, I figured why not go back to it? In December, I was in a Zoom meeting and someone who doesn't know me very well asked me, "What are you passionate about?" I said, "Broadway." Later in the call, he told me that when I said it, I didn't sound excited or like I had any feeling. Of course, I stayed true to myself and clapped back in the most respectful way possible, and apologized if that didn't show in my initial response. I've been lucky to have had a journalism career that has allowed me to turn passion into my job, even though it has bitten me in the ass (and left me to be unemployed) several times, whether it was my fault or not. As I drown in this constant confusion of having no idea what kind of career I want next or who to turn to for help, I've been trying to think about what got me to this point in the first place....