Making sacrifices to live the creative life
I love to dance.
If I was a god, I would be the goddess of dance; someone called me that way back in school. Dance was my ‘safe’ place, my ‘escape’. When I start, I get lost, I live in the words of the music, the notes, I feel it in my bones as I take steps to create life in form of a dance movement. Sometimes it's in the abstract few times, it tells a story. The joy was not to define the movement but let it come naturally.
Now, I find that place so hard to return to.
You juggle between making a living and following your passion and sometimes you fall into your 2nd or 3rd passion and that, most often than not, gives not as much satisfaction as your main passion.
I love to write.
Creatively, crazily, weirdly; not the usual. Sensual and horrific if possible…sic. It's an escape route that takes me to a world of creativity. I get lost just like when dancing; I smile, I chuckle, I admire my ingenuity as I write. I know people will think me sick and I just love that they would. Why should I write the expected, how does that make me different…special? I love to hide my real thoughts in the poems and unfold the unexpected in the stories. I love to get you… where you least expect.
I love to party.
Organizing hangouts, parties, and events is a passion point that elevates my spirit. Fun is a major part of my being. Live life, my motto. The life worth living is a life spent having the best fun ever, the joy of the heart is necessary for a world you def will leave behind. Why so serious then?
But I find it hard to live those moments, I am trying to make a living or trying to kill my spirit? I need to LIVE!
So yes, I have found a way to keep my passion in my quest of living. I write for pay, I organize for pay I am still thinking how to bring back my dance for pay.
What about you, how have you been able to survive your passion?

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