I want to touch things. To leave them beautifully different from before I was ever there. To give. To nurture.
Even as I am unaware, there is a stark difference between simply baking a cake, holding someone’s hand or just doing my job. When I do these things with passion, the difference is visible. A shimmering radiance that sets the merely inanimate apart from those things I have nurtured and loved. Becoming more like me. Someplace my soul can remain long after I have departed. Some would call it making a difference, but I am selfish and I know I will take so much more with me.
And yet my passion is a two way street. I put things inside myself and become the repository of beautiful ideas, experiences and accomplishments. Relentlessly evolving as a composite of all those things melded seamlessly into my own interpretation, with so much Jennifer as their binding force. It will BE me. Some of it will be wrong, but so much more will be exactly right. And I can live with that and I can comfortably die with that too.
Passion drives me to care more. To live outside myself. And to live inside myself more richly. It pilots this odyssey we share along a common timeline, under the same sun - and yet it defines us as unique, as memorable and valuable. My passion underlies the hallmark of who I am and who I am meant to become. Even if I only make part of the journey for which I was intended, I will touch things. And because I did so passionately, I will remain.
Houston, we have a winner:)