This is the question of the day . . . the question of my life. Every time I am asked this question, I promise myself that I will develop some. Interests, I mean. How can I be this old and have to think so hard when asked that question? Why? How? It's because I am the quintessential work-a-holic. It's in my genes. My father was one; and, my mother complained about my dad's habits, but she was one, too.
Although I can't ever remember making it a New Year's resolution, it definitely has been a long-time goal to find my passion. There are so many things that I like to do but nothing that I am passionate about. Oh, just say something negative about my family and you'll witness some passion all right; but, beyond my family, I have never found that one thing that really gets me going like work.
I have always loved what I do. Yes, no matter what it has been -- teaching, IT work, administrative work -- I just love it. And, whoever I work for gets more hours out of me than they could ever afford!!!
I plan to write about my passions, about Life 2.0.
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