Permenant Passions

Passions aren't temporary feelings but irreplaceable loves

You can’t wake up one day and say you have a passion and the next day say it’s not. It’s more than likely just a hobby and not a passion. Passions are things/activities that completely keep you connected to self. They can’t be replaced by anything else. Possibly expanded into new things, but never replaced. If you ever find yourself saying that maybe a once perceived passion really isn’t that, just begin the re-evaluation process again to better define what it is that never leaves you. Your passion.

Pitfalls vs. Progress

When was the last time you would say you failed at something? Was it yesterday, today, maybe it will be tomorrow. Let’s say it was when you didn’t get that last promotion you wanted. Or was it that cute man or woman you were rejected by when you asked for their number? Did your first business take a huge loss it’s first year? Failure is a part of life, but so is moving forward.

Maybe your perceived failed times or pitfalls were truly your moments of prevailing on to the next step; the greater step. They were your moments of progress to the next phase in life that you needed to be stronger for. Every time you think you’re going to bump your head or you actually do, it’s really that opportunity to toughen that sore spot to make it stronger. Here’s a weird, but perfect example. When my dad first got his dentures he hated them, especially when he ate. He hated them so much that eventually he refused to wear them whenever he ate. He didn’t like the discomfort in trying to chew his food with the distracting porcelain in his mouth. Over a period of time, he learned to eat without them almost perfectly. I thought it was the oddest thing to do, but once he told me that his gums had toughened up so, that he actually didn’t need his teeth to eat. It was similar to how an infant eats without its first shimmering tooth. The gums become stronger and stronger over time once faced with a choice. They were either going to eat or not eat. I laugh when I think about it now, but bumping your head repeatedly is the same thing. Eventually, you learn how to work around that wall you keep running into. You find an alternate route. You’re either going to continue to fail or eventually figure out a way to succeed and actually progress in life.

“Life is all about steps, some greater than others, but always available.”

The Cost For Doors Opening

I remember when I first decided I wanted to take my passion for writing to a new level. What was that level? I wanted my writings to be available to a more broad audience. You know, more than just my family and friends. I had a strong desire to share my thoughts and what I felt had become my insights on life and various situations to more than just those that knew me. On a more grand scale, I wanted to share with the world!

Humph… Sounds easier than doing I know. I was under the impression that I didn’t have enough money to share my voice with the world. I spent about two years complaining how hard it would be to publish my novel, “Enough Time”. I spent about three years prior writing it and I spent the next two convincing myself that I couldn’t publish it because I didn’t have enough money. Talk about self-defeat.


Within those two years though, I began opening doors for myself that I wasn’t even aware of. I figured if I couldn’t publish my novel (just yet) I’d at least share my short fiction on the web. Hallelujah for social media and blogs! In 2010, I started my first blog and posted my short fiction. I used it for two things, 1) to share my voice I so desperately wanted to do and 2) to better prepare my craft for the world to see. My blog, “Is It Real?” became my canvas for practicing my craft. And as the years went on, I would say, I got better and better. I gained a small following and more confidence in my work. I even began feeling I could get my work published. I didn’t necessarily have the finances all worked out, but my belief that it could be done increased.

Before I knew it I’d caught the eye of an investor. The investor wasn’t a wealthy person, but they were willing to take a chance on my work. After two years of maintaining my blog a door, not a window, but a door of opportunity appeared. A year later, I was able to publish my first fiction novel, “Enough Time” in print and eBook. Talk about walking in faith. Sometimes our goals may be a bit out of reach at different points in our life, but that doesn’t mean to give up on them. It may just mean taking alternative routes to arrive at their front door. My alternative route was my blog, “Is It Real?” It didn’t cost me a dime, just diligence and time. The entire process of publishing my novel was more than just putting words on paper, securing an editor, re-writing, choosing a publisher, etc. It was a journey to being more faithful about what God has in store. Start walking before you take off on that run. Don’t let your doubts hinder you from living out what is meant for you. Money nor worry nor doubt is more important than creating opportunities for doors to open!


Author Christin WebbWhat is passion living for me?

When I was seven years old, I first picked up a pen. It may have even been a pencil, but I never let it go. I used the pencil to release the thoughts that consumed my mind to a more visual form. Poems, short plays, whatever a child’s mind could create, I wrote it with that pencil. Before I knew it, I grew to be ten, twelve, fifteen… By age sixteen, I was writing longer plays, short stories, and what I hoped to become published novels one day. The writing never stopped. I never let go of that pen. Around my late teens early twenties, life began to shake me up a bit. I was learning a whole new world, learning an entirely new type of story to write. Ironically, I paused from creating the visual form of my thoughts. The pen was still in my head, still crafting words I’d put on paper later on. My experiences had grown like mountains and so did my thoughts. Mid-twenties came and went igniting a new growth in me and my writing followed. The point is, I never let go of the pen. I always reverted back to writing; creating a visual form of my thoughts. Now I am very aware of what my passion is. I don’t construe it to be a hobby or some temporary state of happiness. It is my passion.

This is what having a passion is to me. It is that relentless action of hope that keeps you moving forward. It keeps you grounded. It keeps you sane. My passion is and has always been writing. You may not immediately realize what your passion is, but just give it some thought. It’s probably something you’ve always done or always dreamed of doing. No person or thing can keep it from you. It is your passion and no one else’s passion. Find a way to live it out. It may just be that world of difference between letting life live through you and you living your life!

What is your passion?

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