Friday Fictioneers — Discovering My Passion

4AE4F7DD-305A-4132-8707-5BE4E6171FF2My father is a musician. He plays the violin. My mother is a musician. She plays the cello. My sister is a musician. She plays the clarinet.

My parents bought a piano for me because they wanted me to be a musician. But I just didn’t have the knack. The family’s musical gene wasn’t passed on to me.

In a fit of pique, my father moved the piano outside onto the sidewalk in front of the family music store, where it sat unused and rotting away.

Then I discovered my passion, my green thumb. I can make plants grow anywhere.

(100 words)

Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Anshu Bhojnagarwala.

Share Your World — Passion, Tattoos, and Trump

SYWIt’s time for this week’s Share Your World questions, now from Melanie over at Sparks From a Combustible Mind. Here goes:

Are You A Better Listener or Speaker?

I’m a fairly good listener (if I’m in the moment and paying attention), but not such a great speaker. And that’s one reason I like writing. I’m able to express myself much more coherently in writing than I am verbally.

If You Were Asked To Design A Warning Label That Would Be Tattooed On Your Skin, What Would It Say? 

“No Tattoos Allowed”

What Are You Passionate About?


If You Could Change One Thing About Your World, What Would It Be?

Donald Trump would not have won the electoral college, and thus the presidency, in 2016.

What Gave You A Reason To Smile This Past Week?

Our adult — and very busy, living their own lives — kids spending much of the weekend with us.

#JusJoJan — Finding Your Passion


13BB5B49-4F80-4541-853A-B5A5DF139EE5“So,” she said, “you’ve told me all about your job and what you do for a living, but you haven’t told me who you are.”

A work associate of Jason’s had given him Carrie’s phone number and urged him to call her. “She’s smart, attractive, and I can see the two of you really hitting it off,” he told Jason. Jason called her and she agreed to meet him for a cup of coffee.

Confused by her question, Jason looked across the table at Carrie, who was, as his friend had said, quite attractive. “I think I’ve told you a lot about who I am.”

“Not really,” she said, a warm smile gracing her face. “I want to know what makes you tick, what gets you up in the morning, what drives you, what moves you, what excites you, what it is that you’re passionate about.”

“I love my job,” Jason nervously responded. “My job is interesting and challenging. I really do get excited about getting up every day and going to work.”

“Okay,” Carrie said. “But other than your job, what gets your juices flowing? How do you like to spend your weekends?”

Her question made him realize that, outside of work, he didn’t do much. He spent most weekends at home, by himself, reading, watching TV, or going to a movie. Jason thought for a moment before answering, taking a slow, deliberate sip of coffee to give him some time to conjure up an answer.

“I have a blog,” he said. “And I’m really passionate about it.”

“Oh, that’s exciting,” Carrie said. “What’s your blog about?”

“My job, my work.”

Carrie looked at her watch and said, “Oh my, look at the time.” She stood up and reached out her hand. “It was very nice to meet you, Jason, but I just remembered that I have to be somewhere.”

Jason stood up and shook Carrie’s hand. “Can I call you again?”

“No, I don’t think so. But thanks for the cup of coffee,” she said as she walked toward the door.

“I’ve got to find my passion,” Jason said to himself.

Written for today’s Jot It Down January prompt from Linda G. Hill. The word is “passionate” and was proposed by Rosemary Carlson.