How will I know if he really loves me

I say a prayer with every heart beat

I fall in love whenever we meet

Ok. Ok. Ok. I know you’re wondering why I’m posting lyrics to the late Whitney Houston’s hit song, “How Will I Know?” No, I haven’t found a man (YET) ūüėČ And I asked myself the same thing. Why am I¬†thinking of Whitney Houston lyrics? It came to mind when I thought about the void I have been feeling lately since I haven’t been doing¬†much writing. It was one of those moments that I was able to re-confirm my LOVE for writing; my passion.

That’s it people! Your passion is what you love!

It’s what makes you feel a bit incomplete when you’re not doing it. I haven’t written on this blog since early May. Shame on me. Emotionally I felt disconnected from myself because of it. As Ms. Houston’s song says, “I fall in love whenever¬†we¬†meet”. I get a feeling that no person or thing is able to give me. Not even my daughter (even though I love her unconditionally). The feeling is different. Every time I pick up a pen or sit down at a keyboard and spill over with the words that swim in my noggin… ūüėȬ†¬†It’s not¬†explainable and¬†nor¬†containable. It’s rooted in my soul and without it I’m not my complete self.

How will you know when you’ve found your passion? It’ll be the same thing. You’ll fall in love over and over again with it. You’ll be thinking of ways (praying even); of opportunities to take part in your passion. For those who are wondering what their passion is, it’ll come just like that. The feeling, the idea, the longing won’t leave you, even when life is so busy that you have no choice but to look at it from afar. The moment life slows down and you can get back to it, you’ll be in love once more…