I find bursts of creativity and the best AHA moments triggered by ordinary things.
This happens for some years now, since finding my passion for both photography and writing.
I’m like treasure hunting through my lenses.
So, I discovered this beautiful sewing machine, and for a moment it took me back in time.
Back when I was a child and on my aunt’s carpet, an aunt who is a seamstress and used to worked on orders.
I was too little to have access to that machine.
Being a stubborn child I conviced her into teaching me how to manually sew buttons on random pieces of cloth.
So one day, after she finished working on her machine, she couldn’t fine one single button (from hundreds that she had) to work with on her ordered dress.
I was so used of listening the sounds of her sewing machine and observing her feet setting up the rhythm, while me sewing all those buttons… so laughing at it.
Now, when looking at this machine, I realize no piece of clothing gets ready only by wanting it or by wishful thinking.
It has to have an input: all the needed threads, materials, the human factor.
This is what happens with our passions too.
We need the materials and tools and then, the most important:
- The effort: to show up and do the work (my aunt had a large household back then, lots of animals and fields to take take care of)
- The time: to make it, since the expression of “having time” is doomed from beginning (I don’t remember to hear her saying she has no time because each day in the afternoon she was making time as religiously as made time for going to church)
- The willingness: to have ups and downs, success and failure (more than 20 years ago, she did it all from scratch and papper patterns, with many fittings, and failures were worked up to successes. She always found the perfect button for that one dress.)
- The perseverance: to never quit, because having a passion and not living it can count us as dead inside ( orders kept on coming for my aunt because her passion and good work were transmitted by the spoken word so fastly. She was working her and into her passion every day)
Now, it’s me and you with all that we know as passions for ourselves, and we here to do the same.
It should be way more easier now than 20 years ago, and if she managed we will manage.
And if by chance you don’t have a passion to fire up in your heart, do make yourself a favor and find it.
A passion in life is like seasoning to a food… like that extra special button to my aun’t dress.
Are you up for it?