Job. Passion. Hobby.
Three different things that can bend and bleed into one another throughout life, sometimes for the best, and sometimes for the worst.
Jobs.
Some of us work for the weekend. Some of us live to work.
Passions.
We feel deeply toward a cause or a subject and can’t get enough of it.
Hobbies.
Leisure. Fun. A work in progress. Enjoyment and establishing goals and growth.
Lately, I’ve been trying to figure out what writing is for me. Sure, I enjoy it. It’s something that I’m good at, and I have personal goals surrounding it. It also bleeds into my job most days. I spend extra time working on the craft, but I also feel spent after long sessions of it.
It bends and it bleeds.
I’m not sure what I want writing to be either. If it was a full-time job, would it still contain joy? If it were only a hobby, would I have any passion behind it? I could certainly use more time to work on it, but I also am glad it doesn’t control my life, and for now, that’s okay. Maybe writing will be every-evolving, just like myself. It will change with life’s seasons, some seasons being better than others. And there’s peace in the realization.
-Cliff
Cliff’s Note: Jobs, passions and hobbies can’t always be dictated by oneself, but rather by life’s season.