Each one of us has a passion in their lives. This intense emotion for a particular aspect in your life can be defined in so many ways;
You can be passionate about music;
You can be passionate about a person;
Or you can be passionate about your family life;
It can be anything in this world.
Now amongst the passionate folks, there are two categories.
Some are utterly and overwhelmed by their ardent feelings for their passion, and some are less attached to it.
If I talk about myself, I would say that I fall into the former category.
My passion (I feel like I am using this word for the thousandth time) was already history. Yes, I know it sounds boring and not many people think about history like that.
But I did, I loved and devoured every tiny bit of history I could get my hands on.
Have you ever been around the comic book fanatics, who are always incessantly talking about their comic book characters, they even dress up for the comic con?
I am one of those, but instead of comic, I am always immersed in history.
I so fervently loved the history that I knew from a very early age onwards that I was going to build a career around my passion; there was no other option for me.
The Start of a Career
After completing my degree in history, I got a job. And where do you think that was?
Yes, I got an employment offer from an artifact preservation company, and I took that offer without a moment’s hesitation. I did not ask them what salary would I be working for. I was that overcome with joy.
So, yes, that is how my career began.
My company worked as a preserver for history. We had clients from all over the UK, from museums to art galleries and even historical building owner’s, all of whom wanted to ensure that their history should not be marred by the passing time.
I started by being an assistant to then becoming an independent restorer of ancient artifacts.
I loved the chance to be able to see things and objects that were as old as my family tree. From Neanderthal times to the Second World War, I have seen every bit of history found in our nation and played a tiny part in preserving it for the future generations to see.
Life put a Halt to It
Being a woman, the concept of the biological ticking clock did not elude me. I had been married for almost a decade when my husband and I decided that we have a baby.
And soon after, I became pregnant and had a beautiful baby girl, who is still the light of my life. I love her more than I ever loved history.
So, to care for her, I left my career behind, and not once did I regret the decision.
My job involved a lot of travel, and taking a few months’ old babies with me was not an option. I wanted to be a part of all of the firsts my baby experienced, so I put my career on a halt.
The initial one year after her birth went by without me missing my work even once, but then things changed.
The Feeling of being Inadequate
As my daughter started growing up, she did not need supervision every minute of every day. I was glad for the break because infants are exhausting.
However, the break made me ponder about my life wistfully. I wondered where my career would have taken me, but one look at the toddler running in the living area made me think less about it.
Despite me loving my daughter more than myself, I could not get away from feeling inadequate, insufficient and unproductive.
The feelings kept intensifying to the point that I started being miserable.
I knew I had to change something soon, or I would drown in the hole of misery I had dug up for myself.
So, I did.
Re-igniting the Passion
My passion had always been history and everything it entails. I knew that I could not go to history myself, but I could bring it to me.
With my husband’s help, I created a website that boasted about my career as an artifact restorer with the option of providing the same services to anyone who needed it.
I knew I would not get big clients or museums asking for my services, but right then, the profile of the client did not matter to me. I just wanted to do something with the free time that I had.
I could choose the clients I wanted. I would not take on projects that would mandate traveling or too many hours because my daughter was still my priority.
Even a few months after the website was fully functional and linked to my social media handle, where I was regularly posting about past projects, I did not get a client.
A month after that was when I did get my first solo preservation project.
It wasn’t anything high-profile. The artifact was a 110-year-old vase that was broken by the teenage children of the owner. It took me almost a week to put back all the shards and I was overjoyed, more like euphoric, putting back that piece of history.
Then, there was no looking back; I kept on getting more clients, so much so that there were a queue and a waiting list.
And that was the time; I knew had re-ignited my passion and become a businesswoman, whose love for history had made her successful.
Winding Up
In the end, all I want to say is that if you have a passion; do not let it fizzle away. You are passionate about it, so you are bound to be good at it.
Despite the road seeming to be daunting;
Despite the fear of failing;
Despite your finances saying otherwise;
You have to take the chance, the success at the end of your passion will fade the concern and even taking on startup business loans with bad credit to giving a tangible appearance to your passion will prove to worth it.
Each one of us has a passion in their lives. This intense emotion for a particular aspect in your life can be defined in so many ways;
You can be passionate about music;
You can be passionate about a person;
Or you can be passionate about your family life;
It can be anything in this world.
Now amongst the passionate folks, there are two categories.
Some are utterly and overwhelmed by their ardent feelings for their passion, and some are less attached to it.
If I talk about myself, I would say that I fall into the former category.
My passion (I feel like I am using this word for the thousandth time) was already history. Yes, I know it sounds boring and not many people think about history like that.
But I did, I loved and devoured every tiny bit of history I could get my hands on.
Have you ever been around the comic book fanatics, who are always incessantly talking about their comic book characters, they even dress up for the comic con?
I am one of those, but instead of comic, I am always immersed in history.
I so fervently loved the history that I knew from a very early age onwards that I was going to build a career around my passion; there was no other option for me.
The Start of a Career
After completing my degree in history, I got a job. And where do you think that was?
Yes, I got an employment offer from an artifact preservation company, and I took that offer without a moment’s hesitation. I did not ask them what salary would I be working for. I was that overcome with joy.
So, yes, that is how my career began.
My company worked as a preserver for history. We had clients from all over the UK, from museums to art galleries and even historical building owner’s, all of whom wanted to ensure that their history should not be marred by the passing time.
I started by being an assistant to then becoming an independent restorer of ancient artifacts.
I loved the chance to be able to see things and objects that were as old as my family tree. From Neanderthal times to the Second World War, I have seen every bit of history found in our nation and played a tiny part in preserving it for the future generations to see.
Life put a Halt to It
Being a woman, the concept of the biological ticking clock did not elude me. I had been married for almost a decade when my husband and I decided that we have a baby.
And soon after, I became pregnant and had a beautiful baby girl, who is still the light of my life. I love her more than I ever loved history.
So, to care for her, I left my career behind, and not once did I regret the decision.
My job involved a lot of travel, and taking a few months’ old babies with me was not an option. I wanted to be a part of all of the firsts my baby experienced, so I put my career on a halt.
The initial one year after her birth went by without me missing my work even once, but then things changed.
The Feeling of being Inadequate
As my daughter started growing up, she did not need supervision every minute of every day. I was glad for the break because infants are exhausting.
However, the break made me ponder about my life wistfully. I wondered where my career would have taken me, but one look at the toddler running in the living area made me think less about it.
Despite me loving my daughter more than myself, I could not get away from feeling inadequate, insufficient and unproductive.
The feelings kept intensifying to the point that I started being miserable.
I knew I had to change something soon, or I would drown in the hole of misery I had dug up for myself.
So, I did.
Re-igniting the Passion
My passion had always been history and everything it entails. I knew that I could not go to history myself, but I could bring it to me.
With my husband’s help, I created a website that boasted about my career as an artifact restorer with the option of providing the same services to anyone who needed it.
I knew I would not get big clients or museums asking for my services, but right then, the profile of the client did not matter to me. I just wanted to do something with the free time that I had.
I could choose the clients I wanted. I would not take on projects that would mandate traveling or too many hours because my daughter was still my priority.
Even a few months after the website was fully functional and linked to my social media handle, where I was regularly posting about past projects, I did not get a client.
A month after that was when I did get my first solo preservation project.
It wasn’t anything high-profile. The artifact was a 110-year-old vase that was broken by the teenage children of the owner. It took me almost a week to put back all the shards and I was overjoyed, more like euphoric, putting back that piece of history.
Then, there was no looking back; I kept on getting more clients, so much so that there were a queue and a waiting list.
And that was the time; I knew had re-ignited my passion and become a businesswoman, whose love for history had made her successful.
Winding Up
In the end, all I want to say is that if you have a passion; do not let it fizzle away. You are passionate about it, so you are bound to be good at it.
Despite the road seeming to be daunting;
Despite the fear of failing;
Despite your finances saying otherwise;
You have to take the chance, the success at the end of your passion will fade the concern and even taking on startup business loans with bad credit to giving a tangible appearance to your passion will prove to worth it.
Never give up on your passion.
