Have you ever had a feeling that something is missing? That has happened to me many times. Realizing the bottle of Sweet Baby Rays was empty, not being able to find the perfect song for the car ride, or finding an empty roll of stamps are all scenarios which cause me to have that empty feeling. No matter how often I get that feeling, I can never imagine my life without three things: barbeque sauce, music, and stamps.
My obsession with barbeque sauce has been around as long as I can remember. Growing up, you could find me asking for it over ketchup. I would apply it to everything from scrambled eggs, to potato chips. I would always have a mild heart attack when I realized that I would have to go one meal without barbeque sauce. No matter how much prep work I did, we always seemed to run out. Without barbeque sauce, I would have to actually taste the food.
Likewise, with music, I have loved attempting to belt out a note, or two, since I was a little kid. I grew up watching American Idol and I was even a “fan girl” of Pitch Perfect. As I got older, I found myself constantly having headphones in or the radio on; as a result, I started to appreciate the sound of music.. Music helped me through many difficult situations: finding the answer to that unsolvable homework problem, enduring through a long drive, or getting a perfect night of sleep. I had to find the perfect song just to make it through.
I have lived in three zip codes in the past two years: 47246, 46906, and 46181. My zip code changed frequently, but mail was always constant. While currently living at the Leadership Center, I have come to appreciate mail even more. Although there three giant cell phone towers just down the road, our cell reception is not the best. At the beginning of the year, I decided I would try something a bit different than a typical phone call, or text. I started writing. I would write thank you cards, letters, and even send gifts back and forth to FFA chapters, members, and my family.
When I first started writing, I was a bit skeptical. But after hearing how much a card, or letter, can mean to someone, it blew all doubts out of my mind. Now anytime I have a meaningful conversation with someone, or go on a chapter visit, I make sure to use a stamp and send them a note. The best part about this obsession is that sometimes I get letters back. Call me old fashioned, but sometimes I guard the stamps as best I can to prevent a stamp shortage.
Today, I know why I feel like I am missing something when I do not have barbeque sauce, music, or stamps. Growing up obsessed with barbeque sauce helped me find my love to cook, so I would not have to cover the taste up with sauce. My constant need to be listening to music inspired me to one day join an acapella group, so I could always belt out a note. Guarding the stamps ensures that we never run out, so that I can always send a letter instead of a text message. Although it is kind of crazy to feel sad when you cannot get your hands on some barbeque sauce, ears tuned into some beats, or runout of stamps for those envelopes, I now know what can inspire passion.
Passion does not have to be inspired by some big show, or banquet. Maybe it is not the will to win or the need to have your name on the wall. What inspired passion for me was the small objects that I used every day growing up. I will never be able to get enough barbeque sauce, music, or stamps. What can you never get enough of? It may end up inspiring you to be passionate about something.
Be the Change,
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