One of my favorite definitions of “passion” is doing something where you lose track of time.
Meaning, you are so immersed in the joy of what you are doing, that the “to do” conversation in your head stops and you forget to check your watch…or prepare dinner…or answer the phone….or let the dog out…you get the idea.
Which all sounds wonderful, but the process of finding what that “passion” thing was for me was an odd, bumpy road. As you know from the last blog, I found mine at an art activity for kids at an AIDS Auction. Not exactly a thunderbolt of an idea or angels singing as I picked up a paint brush for the first time. What I remember most about that afternoon was watching these kids working on their collages and hearing a voice in my head that I wanted to play too. And for once, I didn’t argue with that voice..urge…impulse…I just sat down. It was the kindest thing I have ever done for myself.
I didn’t worry about people looking at me strangely, or think ” Hey, this is a great idea for a product that I could create a business around and chuck the 9 to 5 rat race”. I just wanted to do it.
Another odd thing about this experience is that my whole professional life had been about representing other artists work..fine artists, film directors, print makers…but never, ever did I think I would actually create. I had convinced myself that I was a great audience and liason for other peoples creativity. For years, I felt this was my purpose….but I never lost track of time…my to do list was always in my overly tense grip…I always answered the telephone. This was the first time I made something with my hands and not with my good social skills and snazzy contact list.
I mean, making switchplates? This was one step up from hooking a pot holder for your mother when you were eight! But, I loved it.
I set up my first “studio” in the corner of the work table in my single car garage…not knowing what the heck I was doing.
And good things followed….stay tuned.