Not on the books…

Yeah, I have been sitting for a while, waiting for this thunderbolt of passion to hit me; waiting for a groundbreaking sense of urgency to drive my fingers to zeal and relentless pursuit.

But, ding-dong, it’s never going to happen. Months and years have passed by and that thunderbolt is still somewhere doing bench press and is probably worn out from too many reps.

I laugh at you without mirth. Dahling, no passion, no zeal, no zest, no thunderbolt of any sort is heading your way if you don’t find the latent passion that lies within.

This is my little voice calling me to order. I am tired of listening to you say things like, when this happens and when that happens and if only things weren’t so and so, then I would have been doing all those wonderful things that I want to do.

In full tirade, my little voice got louder and sterner. It just never works that way. It’s not in the books and never has been. Life doesn’t happen in a linear fashion and the ducks are never simply ever going to all be in a row. One of the ducks must want to fluff their wings and cluck away. Something will always go not as planned, so, the question my lady is… how long are you going to wait for passion to kindle itself? Why don’t you start with the embers within? Who knows, you might start a raging burn.