Has anyone noticed that unless one has a passion these days, it’s like there is something wrong with you. It’s as if one MUST have a passion. I blame the media for this… the talk shows, the celebrity interviews and Facebook. In my books, not having a passion is just fine.
When I give my perfume lectures, often someone will walk up to me at the end of my talk, extend their hand and say, “You’re so lucky… you have found your passion!” Actually, my interest in perfume has evolved in the past 10 years. It started as an obsession, I’ll give you that. But it quickly became an intellectual pursuit. I’m reminded of something Denyse Beaulieu of Grain de musc said in an interview and I’m paraphrasing, “writing perfume reviews looks hard, so let’s do this”. I felt the same way and I still find them difficult but rewarding when I feel that I have done them well.
In many respects, passion is over-rated. If everyone ran off and followed their passion, life as we know would cease to exist. Our world is based on people doing, for the most part, monotonous, repetitive jobs to the best of their abilities. If all the factory workers around the world decided to become artists or actors or poets, good luck trying to manufacture an iPad!
I don’t think perfume was ever a passion. I’m enthusiastic about it in that I’m always enthusiastic and optimistic about the future. I find it difficult to look back and think to myself that my best years are behind me. I can’t live like that. I’m still hoping to fall in love. I’m still hoping to meet that sexual bomb that makes all past lovers look like amateurs. I’m still hoping to write my memoirs. I’m still hoping to live a hermit’s life in a log cabin in the woods with central heating, 4 cats, high-speed Internet, a large-screen tv with a massive collection of vintage films, and great restaurants nearby that deliver! And… I’m still hoping to discover perfumes that are so beautifully put together and with such great-quality materials that they make me want to wear them over and over again as I live my wonderful, perfect life.
I guess I’m moving through what I refer to as the transition week. Christmas DOES always make me look back with a certain longing but as the week progresses, I get over my nostalgic funk and I start to look forward with hope and optimism.
Happy New Year everyone!