When I’m enveloped by feelings of passion, I feel like I’m in the “pocket”, that place where there’s the perfect amount of chaos and order. When there’s too much of either, order or chaos, it devolves into something devoid of passion.

Climbing a mountain without a rope, being dropped off in the middle of the wilderness with only a knife and a map, performing in a play, playing a musical piece, competing on the balance beam in the olympics…….all require passion and exist on that thin line between order and chaos.

It’s when we are doing the things, or being with the people, whereafter we say, “Wow, where did the time go. I didn’t even realize the day had disappeared.”

For me that’s passion.