I was watching the HBO documentary “Read the Obits Before Breakfast” which features Carl Reiner and a bunch of 90-year-old youngsters discussing how they are so vibrant at such an advanced age. They interviewed a geriatric expert for scientific background. It all came down to staying busy and having a passion.
I don’t really have a passion – a hobby. I putter on this blog, read, go to the gym and beach irregularly, but I don’t have that consuming passion. In my youth, I took piano lessons for a year before switching to the violin for about 5 years. I wasn’t a prodigy and just sawed away in the 2nd section quite contentedly. I loved horseback riding but never had the mount or means to test my limits. I ended up doing a lot of trail-riding although I dreamed of long-distance endurance competitions. Horses are also way beyond my budget these days.
I enjoyed photography in college but not passionately. With the kids, I sat on the sidelines of ballet, soccer, flag football (all short-lived), lots of baseball, tons of horse shows and lacrosse. I had no desire to jump in, with the exception of a brief equine flirtation.
I’m boring. When I moved out and got divorced, I thought it would be hiking. I like hiking a lot, but it’s not my passion. I have no interest in volunteer work – I did 2 petition drives this year and I’m done with that. I need something that excites me like hunting for the Hunter. He is all excited about his Fall hunt. He’s scouting, planning and I’m so happy for him. But what about me?
Let me think about it and I’ll report back……