I watched the movie Chef last night. I’ve embedded the trailer, so you know what I’m talking about and if you haven’t seen it, I recommend you do. This foodie movie not only will leave you hungry, but it will leave you wanting more from life. Snuggled on the couch with Mr Suger, I found myself leaning forward, riveted, and I laughed as the journey continued. I felt it in my stomach, the butterflies. It was inspiration. Excitement.
It was passion.
And I wanted it.
What I really really wanted was to pack a food truck up and travel somewhere beautiful. Meeting people, eating amazing food, laughing… I wanted to be transplanted into the movie for a little while. That’s the thing about passion; you just want to be a part of it. People living their passion are so full of life and vibrancy that it calls to you.
While watching that movie, I discovered that I wanted to be that person every single day of my life. I blog, and I love it. I share my life, time and house with family and friends and love it. I take photographs, and I love it. I play with shapes and colour and words, and I love it. There’s passion in my life; but do I share it.
I learnt that I could express myself loving things and not be ashamed of it. That being passionate is something that can drive us, drive us crazy or set us on the right path. Or any combination of the three. And as the credits rolled, I watched a chef demonstrate to the main actor the exact level of attention required to create an amazing grilled cheese sandwich, I knew something important. I knew that people with a passion are great to be around. Open, generous, fun, exciting, bright… All the things I want for myself and more.
They are living the sweet life.
And that’s what I want for my life. Passion, passion by the bucket load.
What light’s YOUR fire? Are you good at it? Do you earn money from it?
Chief Blogger at Suger Coat It; An Australian lifestyle blog for women who work for themselves. Melissa is a social media consultant & lover of stripes. Most weekends you’ll find her at the beach or home on the veranda kicking back. Around here, they call her Suger. Feel free to do the same.