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A Story About “Too Many” Passions
What, like it's hard?
Don’t look at unless you want to sweat. Seriously. Please don’t do it. My career path has taken a less-than-linear approach. I’m 34, and I don’t have a significant career. I’ve tried a lot, learned much, and failed even more. This narrative is beginning to sound a little depressing. It’s because it is. Or, at least, it has been for most of my adult life.
But I am a passionate person. I like to explore curiosity. Sometimes, I get so excited about my passions that I throw myself into them. Being a multi-passionate person is a gift but also a curse. It brings me great joy because there is so much to love and be grateful for in this life! However, when my passions make way for new and exciting things, fulfillment is hard to achieve.
It also brings a unique kind of embarrassment (I hope no one from high school is reading this, you buncha smartie pants), especially in a society that values figuring your life out by age 12 and sticking with it forever. Shout out to my very stable husband.
I have struggled with this for a very long time, and the only reason I’m writing about it is my hope to let others in a similar situation know that they aren’t alone.
