It actually happened a few weeks ago, but I forgot to blog about it. I was contemplating all the things I do and where I spend all my time, when I had an epiphany.
My passion is my family.
That’s it. That’s all there is to it. My journey is complete. But that is only half of the epiphany.
What I also realized is that, frankly, it doesn’t matter much what I do for a living. What does matter is that it enables me to focus on my passion.
I need a job that pays me enough to meet their needs and at least some of their wants. I need a job that allows me to take time off to spend extra time with my family. I need a job that allows me to take better care of their health.
What I do in that job really doesn’t matter. I am no longer interested in being happy with my job, just as long as it keeps me busy and relatively content, and that it allows me to focus on my passion.