Expectations vs Reality

Find your passion, find your purpose.  Where exactly are those to be located?  How does one maintain this passion?  It sounds like coffee for the soul.  It is elusive like soulmates, do only some find it?  Is it another Hollywood romanticized notion of life realistically unattainable?  It feels a lot like watching Disney films and expecting that happily ever after.  Use the law of attraction to attract what you want but work hard for it.  I think the takeaway here is everything takes hard work even passion or purpose.  Do we just declare a passion? What qualifies? Can it change?

I only realized that I have been putting this odd pressure on myself to find that passion and purpose, and the thing is it really is unrealistic.  Do we not make a conscious decision to enjoy what we do?  I think so many of us get lost in this idea of what we are told, searching aimlessly for some kind of checklist, confirmation, or validation.  We lose ourselves entirely, questioning what we even like.  I am getting out of the house today even if just for a little while. I want a hot sub, some sunshine, and fresh air. I am going to seize the day and clear my head. Give me a break from internal pressure and just be. Allow myself to hear the universe and find my inner guidance, not that bossy inner voice running the show as of late.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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