9/17/12

Memoir Prompt - Write about the things that you enjoy most and are most passionate about. Do you feel that you devote enough time to each?

This has always been a tricky subject for me. What am I passionate about? I remember many conversations I have had with my mother, about me being passionate about something. But I feel that that is always changing. I know my mother would want me to passionate about music. She has always made that very clear. If not singing, playing piano, or cello. I used to love all these things; I used to be passionate about them once. Between the ages of 7-13, you couldn't get me to stop singing. I would belt out the words until my throat hurt. I wanted to be on Broadway, that was my dream. I memorized multiple musicals involving Les Miserables, Rent, The Phantom of the Opera, Evita etc. I don't know what happened, but one day it all stopped. And I didn't sing again. I would sing in choir at school when it was expected of me. But I have never seeked out singing again. The same with piano. I have been taking piano lessons for about 8 years. But I have always been bipolar with that. One year I would love it, practice everyday, really put my time into it. The next year, I would scream and yell, and refuse to go to lessons. I do know that over time, the thought of finally letting go, has corrupted me; and this year I quit. I know my mother was disappointed. She has come from a very musical family, her mother a pianist and her father a bassist. But I don’t feel passionate to music anymore. I know for her it’s hard to hear that. When music used to be ‘my everything’. But I have changed. Now I feel like my passion (in school) is science. I have worked hard to get where I have in my classes. I am a good student, I work hard, and I enjoy it.  Two years ago, would I have ever thought that I would be passionate about science? No. But again things are always changing, I never know what tomorrow will bring, maybe I would be passionate about something entirely knew. Who knows?