Over the last few months, I’ve spent a lot of time trying to figure out what I love to do. At a base level, some things are obvious. I love chocolate cake. I love going on vacation. It’s much harder, however, to find those things which really satisfy and nurture your soul. I’m trying to find those things that raise me up, that bring a sense of un-fleeting fulfillment, and somehow make me a better, more whole person.
Along the way, I’ve noticed that money helps. Paying the bills, keeping food in the fridge, and not panicking about your iPhone getting shut off — these are all stresses that money can lessen. But it’s not a passionate thing. It brings satisfaction, not joy.
The other night, I flipped onto an episode of “Cooking with Julia.” I only caught the last few minutes, but it showed Julia’s love –and passion– for cooking. Her guest chef made a plum tarte, and in sampling the dessert, Julia cried. It was so good, so perfect, so much the pinnacle of what a dessert should be, that she begins to cry.
Imagine being moved to tears by dessert! What does it feel like to be so overcome with emotion that you simply cry from the sheer delight of it all?
Julia Child chose the best possible profession for herself. After decades of baking, she can still touch upon the passion that started her down the path. Watching the video, you can see that she is totally in that moment. Years of practice and experimentation had brought her to this point, and she is unafraid to savor it wholly and completely.
Have you ever done that? I’m not sure I have.
There are times when you think about what makes you happy: A new car, moving to a new place, relationships. Eventually you learn that they were diversions from whatever was challenging you. It’s so difficult to get to that inner core, that place where the initial desire lives, where the true reason for being lives.
Julia got there in one bite; I’m totally jealous. I want to get there too…