My partner, Tom, is a dedicated cyclist. He crafts bicycles from scratch, logs countless miles each week, and can rattle off any cycling statistic you can think of. Living in the Pacific Northwest, he epitomizes the term “Bike Snob.” Cycling fills Tom with joy, purpose, and a sense of passion. Whenever he’s feeling down, he knows that a 20-mile climb will offer him a new outlook. He’s slimmed down, developed impressive calf muscles, and no longer has a sweet tooth like he used to.
I must admit, I feel a twinge of envy. Envy that he has discovered a passion that invigorates him both physically and mentally. Envy that it often leaves me on the sidelines.
Tom often encourages me to take up cycling as well. Yet, his well-meaning suggestions only push me further away, as cycling simply isn’t my thing. Over time, I’ve developed a bit of resentment towards the sport because it takes him away from home. His intentions are good, and I’m grateful for that, but it’s challenging to convince someone to embrace a passion that doesn’t resonate with them.
True enthusiasm has eluded me for quite some time. Well, unless we count my love for coffee or the latest bakery that opens in town. I’ve been consumed with parenting, and now that I’m in my 40s, I look back and wish I had a clearer vision for my own life like Tom does.
Time seems to be slipping by, and I find myself wishing for more to show for it. It often feels like I’m waiting for my next act to begin, but that moment feels overdue. I have several interests—writing, baking pie crusts, exploring new restaurants, and diving into a good book. While these interests bring me joy amidst daily routines, I can’t shake the feeling of restlessness for something more.
With my children now navigating their tween and teen years, I’m faced with a new brand of intentional parenting. While Tom indulges in his cycling pursuits, I find myself at home, juggling chores, running errands, and managing family dynamics. It’s tiring, and I sense a growing frustration within me.
However, as my kids spend more time at school, my schedule has opened up, providing a potential opportunity for me to chase something new. This might be my moment. Will I reach beyond the confines of my current identity and embrace growth? It’s crucial for us as women to prioritize self-care, especially when we’re constantly caring for others. We often yearn for opportunities but hesitate to seize them when they arise.
I’ve come to understand a vital truth: it doesn’t matter what your passion is—be it cycling or reading the latest bestseller. The key is to have a passion at all. I owe it to myself to discover what ignites my enthusiasm. And so does everyone else. We might be missing out on something wonderful, and we will never regret the journey of exploration.
We all deserve a second chapter in our lives. But waiting for it to happen is not an option; it’s our responsibility to create it. I’m ready.
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In summary, it’s time to embrace the search for our passions, regardless of what they may be. We owe it to ourselves to seek fulfillment and create the lives we desire.