The hardships and my mental location of the last fifteen years saw my joy for life slowly disappear. Each day my passion was harder and harder to bring to the front, until I reached my lowest point and realized that I had no passion left at all. I found no joy in living and it was the worst realization I have made to date. Not even the joy of my girls was enough to wake me in the mornings. My internal alarm clock was one of the things I missed the most when I was buried in the depths of my armor. Every day that I had to set an alarm and then force myself to get up made me realize how low I had truly fallen.
One of the first steps I took in the "Me Initiative" was to rediscover my passion. It took a while, with many false starts, but I have found it now. My passion is finding the joy in life, even when it seems like there should be no joy at all. I remember how much I love 2am work outs. No matter how much I sweat and how much my muscles might ache they make me feel great the rest of the day. I have gotten to the point where I feel yucky if I miss a work out. Even a lite day requires me to do some kind of activity to feel good.
For the last year I have not had to set an alarm clock. Every morning my internal alarm gets me up and I feel invigorated and motivated to start my day. I wake each morning with a purpose in life that I have been missing. A need to meet each day with the desire to find the joy in it. It is amazing how motivated you become when your passion wakes you up.
What is your passion?
Does it motivate you to get up in the morning?
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