Saturday, April 5, 2025

Forget Passion. Pursue Your Curiosity.

 

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“You just need to find your passion.”

If you’ve spent more than 9.7 seconds on social media in the last four years, chances are very good that you’ve heard that phrase. If you’re a regular on the TikGramChatXBook, you’re probably accosted by that phrase — or something like it — on a daily basis.

Find your passion.

Pour your heart and soul into monetizing it.

If you’re among the astonishingly few, you might be able to turn your “passion” into a passable living. An even smaller number, generally the early entrants into a category, make a bunch of money (not) teaching you how to succeed like they have.

Here’s the thing: “follow your passion” is one of the worst pieces of advice we keep recycling with a straight face.

Following your passion is poetic, romantic, noble, TikGramChatXBookable. For most people, though, it’s paralyzing.

What do you do if you don’t have one burning passion? What if you like lots of things — sometimes intensely, sometimes fleetingly? What if none of your interests and curiosities ever scream, “Pick me! I’m your life’s work!”?

The idea that we all come “factory-installed” with one shining, pre-loaded purpose seems almost comforting, until you go looking for yours and all the find are “404 Page Not Found” errors.

Sure, for some, passion feels like a lightning strike. They KNOW they were meant to compose, or code, or cure disease, or play Rocket League. That’s great. . .for them. For the rest of us, passion probably isn’t a guiding star. It might even be more like a mirage: clear from a distance, but the closer you get, the more it fades.

True obsessive pursuit of “something” is crazy rare. The “I would do this for free, in my sleep, forever, walking on broken glass” kind of drive is the rarest of exceptions. Yet, somehow, strangely, the myth that we all must have a passion persists, as if not having that fire means you’re somehow broken or settling for less than your potential.

Even worse, chasing passion can trap people, turning meaningful work into a weird, high-stakes game of identity, where choosing “the wrong path” feels like an existential failure.

And the kicker: passion often shows up after you’ve put in the reps, after you’ve gotten decent, after you’ve had some clicks. Sometimes — often — passion isn’t the starting point but a side-effect of time, intense focus, and painfully small wins.

Passion may be a flame, sure. But curiosity is the spark. And the best part is you don’t need a wildfire to see where you’re going. All you need is a match and a next step. Curiosity is also less dramatic and more manageable. It’s also got much greater potential to take you somewhere interesting.

Curiosity doesn’t demand that you know anything up front and it doesn’t require the same kind of intensity that “passion” does. Curiosity doesn’t ask you to commit to a 30-year career plan of monetizing your passion (at all costs) or super-glue your identity to a job title.

Curiosity sits there, all the time, just whispering, “Hey! What’s over there?”

That’s powerful.

The idea of passion is seductive, and it definitely wants to get married. In Vegas. This weekend. Curiosity doesn’t want to get married. It doesn’t even want to be in a committed relationship. You can date it. Flirt with it. Spend a few weekend diving down some rabbit holes, then surface and go back to your life. No guilt. No existential spiral about whether you’re “wasting your life and potential.”

Passion wants you to bet the farm, the house, and Aunt Victoria’s antique vase. Curiosity is just fine with loose change and spare time.

Curiosity’s also way more forgiving. It’s okay with you trying things. Dropping them in the mud. Picking up new ones. Shifting gears at 29, or 45, or 68, or 93. It’s a non-hustle, non-hype, non-burnout friend that is content to play the long game or just one inning.

Curiosity is a breadcrumb trail. You don’t need to know where it ends; you just follow the next crumb.

Passion seems to be riveted to this idea that you have to monetize. That pressure can be crushing. With curiosity, you can explore a new skill just because it’s fun. You can wade into a niche topic just because it lights up your brain. You can build something without wondering whether it has any extrinsic value at all.

Here’s the secret nobody with a ring light and a podcast intro will tell you: a curious life is often more creative, adaptive, and interesting than a “passionate” one.

Passion sits around waiting for lightning to strike while curiosity just keeps moving.

You’re allowed to like something without loving it.

You can be content without being obsessed.

You can build a good life without ever even looking for or finding your “one true calling.”

Sometimes, work is just work. That’s not some kind of moral failure. It’s also not settling for less than your potential. It’s about maintenance — life, family, sanity. That’s noble in its own right.

Most things aren’t going to be epic, and they shouldn’t be. Not every hour of your day has to be illuminated with meaning. Sometimes, “it pays the bills and I don’t hate it” is the right answer.

Fulfillment might come after hours in the form of late-night sketching, early morning trail runs, helping a neighbor, raising good kids, or learning to make really good honey lime chicken enchiladas.

What we do, especially for work, doesn’t need to carry the full weight of our identity either. We can build rich, interesting lives around many different things.

If you’re not waking up every morning with a singular, burning purpose, that’s okay. You’re not broken. You’re human.

Try things. Quit things. Wander.

It’s okay to be a dabbler, a late bloomer, a tinkerer, a serial beginner. It’s good — healthy even — to give yourself permission to follow interests for no reason other than they make you feel alive for a little while.

Curiosity is a quieter path. It doesn’t have the shimmer of passion, perhaps, and it’s not TikGramChatXBook worthy. It is, however, yours, and if you keep following the breadcrumbs, they’ll take you somewhere that passion never promised: to a life that’s genuinely and uniquely yours.

So, maybe stop chasing that fire and just follow the spark.

Sunday, March 30, 2025

Do You Live In a World of Destination Happiness?

 

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Have you ever caught yourself saying, “I’ll be happen when. . .” or “Life will be better after. . .”?

  • I’ll be happy once I get that promotion.
  • I’ll finally feel whole when I’m in a steady relationship.
  • Life will be perfect when I buy my dream house.

Most of us have been there: living in a world where the destination is the happiness, a place where joy, or at least satisfaction, are always just up ahead; a future destination you just haven’t quite reached yet.

Here’s the real question, though: What if happiness isn’t waiting at some future stop? What if it’s actually riding along with you right now?

What Is Destination Happiness?

Destination happiness is the habit of tying emotional fulfillment to achieving specific milestones or acquiring particular things. It’s this perpetual cycle of believing happiness lives somewhere other than in the present moment. The problem is, once you reach that magical milestone or acquire that coveted thing, you realize the satisfaction doesn’t last long. Soon enough, you’re off chasing the next destination, leaving you stuck in an endless loop of chasing happiness without truly experiencing it.

That’s exhausting!

It makes me think of some profound words written by Paul to the Philippians:

I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. I know both I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: everywhere and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need.

When I read that, I get a sense of the ironic. When we listen to enough talking heads, you start to see that we’re being pulled in opposing directions all the time: full and hungry, abound and suffer.

The Problem with Chasing Destinations

When we attach our happiness to destinations, we unintentionally rob ourselves of joy right now. Consider how much of life we might miss because we’re constantly focused on the horizon. Think about it:

  • Did that promotion really give you lasting happiness? Or did you just start craving the next raise, the next title?
  • Did the new house truly fulfill you? Or did it become another responsibility, another stressor?
  • Has finding a relationship permanently ended your search for happiness? Or are you already wondering if something else might finally fill that gap?

It’s not that goals and achievements are inherently bad; they’re fantastic motivators. The issue arises when happiness depends solely on reaching a destination. That causes happiness to become conditional, fleeting, and frustratingly elusive.

Why We Get Stuck in Destination Happiness

Our culture constantly nudges us toward destinations. Social media highlights success stories, promotions, extravagant vacations, dream relationships — endless symbols of achievement that scream: This is happiness! But hardly anyone posts the messy, everyday stuff that makes up most of our lives. We begin to mistake snapshots of other people’s highlights for sustained (and real) happiness, fueling our own endless chase.

This phenomenon is reinforced by consumer culture, which thrives on dissatisfaction and keeps us forever running after the next best thing. Every new phone or latest model car promises to deliver lasting happiness. But how long does that new-thing joy really last?

Maybe a month. Maybe a week. Maybe a day.

Then we’re back chasing the next hit of happiness.

Shifting Mindset: Embracing the Journey

So, what’s the alternative?

Simple: learn to embrace the journey.

Okay, it’s simple to say, but let’s be real: we’re fighting a tremendous current to break free of destination happiness.

Here’s the thing, though. Happiness isn’t a destination; it’s something you cultivate and nurture every day. It’s in little moments like laughing with friends, sipping your morning Dr. Pepper Zero Sugar, feeling the warmth of sunlight as winter finally (maybe) draws to a close, hearing a song that moves you deeply (like Enough by GENTRI or My Name Is Barbossa from Pirates of the Caribbean).

Start with shifting your focus from what will be to what is. Be grateful for the small moments and achievements already around you. Happiness so often arises from appreciating these simple, everyday moments, not just the big milestones.

Having struggled with destination happiness for much of my life, here are three things I’m going to try starting today:

  • Daily reflections: Every evening, jot down three small things you enjoyed about the day. Notice the details — like the feel of fresh air, a compliment from a coworker, or just the quiet joy of reading a good book.
  • Mindfulness: Pause throughout your day and intentionally focus on the moment. Feel your feet on the ground, take a deep breath, or savor the taste of your lunch without distractions. (I can’t remember the last time I ate lunch without doing something else.)
  • Celebrate small wins: Instead of waiting for a big victory to reward yourself, celebrate smaller, daily achievements. These little celebrations keep you rooted in the present and encourage appreciation for ongoing progress.

Breaking Free From the Cycle

Ultimately, breaking free from the cycle of destination happiness means redefining success and fulfillment on your terms. It doesn’t mean abandoning goals; but, it does involve recognizing that happiness and ambition can coexist.

Goals then become guideposts, not final destinations. Fulfillment isn’t found at some future place because it’s cultivated every step of the way.

Imagine what would happen if, instead of saying “I’ll be happy when…,” you said, “I’m happy while…” — while building a career, while seeking meaningful connections, while growing into who you want to become.

How might your life change if you started experiencing happiness not as something to chase, but as something to embrace right now?

Maybe, just maybe, happiness is closer than you think.

Intention to Impact, One Step at a Time

 

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Grandma sat in her wheelchair, staring out the window but not really seeing. Both of our eyes were moist with tears. Hers, I think, were a mixture of grief and anger. Mine, confused and tender.

My mom — her daughter — was just six weeks shy of her 40th birthday when she passed away. I suppose it had been about a year and a half since her passing when I found myself sitting at my grandmother’s kitchen table.

Our conversation that day centered on my mother’s passing with five children still at home. We had been talking about God. My grandmother couldn’t believe in a God who would allow someone with five young children to die.

It’s ironic, I suppose, that my faith in a loving God was born that day at my grandma’s kitchen table as she expressed so much anger and sorrow. Prior to that moment, I didn’t really know where I stood. I’d been taught to believe my whole life and I made a regular habit of praying, but it was always to a God I didn’t know.

I think back often to what led me to that moment at my grandma’s table and my response to her.

  • Good friends who supported me in my grief.
  • A dad who despite his own terrible grief was an anchor for me.
  • A teacher who challenged me to be more than I was.
  • Another teacher who had lost a son to cancer at almost the same time that my mother had passed. Aunt Nancy became one of my best friends.
  • Daily prayer and studying the scriptures.

The moment at grandma’s table was transformational, but it happened because of quiet, consistent, intentional steps. Young children and even teenagers often make the decisions they do based on external motivators; parents encouraging us to be a certain way or do certain things. I consider myself extremely fortunate to have the parents, friends, and mentors I do. Back then, more than 30 years ago, it was no different. I was surrounded by people who motivated me with love not force.

Reflection on that moment at my grandma’s table made me realize that profound changes almost never occur all at once. Transformation is more often the almost imperceptible outcome of intentional, incremental steps. Each nudge, conversation, and act of love worked together. The people around me weren’t imposing things on me in an effort to make me different. Instead, they supported me in the steps I was trying to take toward a goal I hadn’t defined yet.

Life is often like this. Small, intentional actions stack quietly over time, shaping not just habits, but our sense of identity.

Taking a step back to broaden the implications in my own life from the experience at my grandma’s kitchen table, the real power of small, intentional steps is that they shape who we become. Rather than focusing only on achieving external milestones (running a marathon, writing a book, or becoming more spiritual), the transformational power comes when we shift toward identity-based goals. There’s a real difference between deciding to run a marathon and becoming a runner; between committing to finish that manuscript and embracing the identity of a writer; or, in my case, between praying because it was expected and becoming someone who genuinely sought to know and connect with God.

Alignment happens when our small, consistent actions reflect who we want to be deep inside. To accomplish any lasting change in our lives, it has to be less about external validation and more about what resonates inside us.

Understanding identity-based change is powerful, but it’s not always easy or intuitive to translate that understanding into practice. How do we bridge the gap between the person we are today and the person we want to be? The answer: simple yet intentional choices, and building habits that align with who we aspire to become.

Intentional Living

Intentional living isn’t something I’ve done a lot of in recent years. My life’s been quite reactive. So, I’ll admit that this practice is new and, of late, somewhat foreign. But, I think it’s a bit like riding a bike.

Intentional living starts with defining what really matters to you. We’ve all heard the phrase “North Star” before. It’s one, or perhaps a few, of the non-negotiables in our lives. They shouldn’t be complicated or grandiose. It might be something as simple as kindness, spiritual connection, creativity, or health. It’s making a statement that, “I choose x so that I become y.”

I am a runner, but I haven’t done much running in the last 15 months. I went on a 10-mile run with friends yesterday and it reminded me how good it is to be out there with friends and move my body. Yeah, I’m sore today, but it was worth it. The mental clarity I enjoy after a long run is worth the sacrifice.

Let me be clear: my intention is not to go for a personal best in terms of miles covered. My intention is to choose running so that I become healthier again. I’ve got 35 pounds I would like to lose, and running along with a healthy diet makes that goal achievable.

Once you have clarity around whatever the guiding intention is, commit to one small, manageable action that aligns with it every day or week.

Maybe it looks like five quiet minutes spent in genuine prayer or reflection before diving into the day. Perhaps it’s jotting down a paragraph of thoughts before bed, slowly building the identity of someone who writes. Or it might simply mean offering one sincere compliment each day, nurturing an identity rooted in kindness.

Whatever it is, regular reflection is critical. You have to pause to ask yourself: Did I move closer to the person I want to be today? When you find that you’ve drifted off course — and it’ll happen — remember to be kind to yourself. Recognize that every day is another opportunity to move with intention toward your core values and the “self” you want to be.

Intentional living isn’t about perfection; in fact, pursuing perfection is a distraction from living intentionally. Instead, intentional living is simply a daily commitment to align our actions with the gentle nudges guiding us toward who we want to become.

I’ve learned (and sometimes ignored) over the years — from quiet kitchen conversations with my parents and grandparents to rediscovering the joy of running — that the path from intention to impact is almost never straightforward. Even so, it’s profoundly hopeful. We don’t have to overhaul everything in our lives overnight. That’s mostly a recipe for failure. We don’t even have to know exactly what the end goal looks like. We just have to have courage enough to take one intentional step at a time. We have to believe that these small, consistent choices will carry us toward who we want to become.

Remember, transformation doesn’t need grand, sweeping gestures or perfect discipline. Transformation actually thrives on simplicity; one, small intentional choice after another. Every step is an affirmation of who you really are and who you’re becoming.

Patience is also required, because this journey from intention to lasting impact isn’t quick, but always worth it. Small decisions have a compounding effect of creating deep internal shifts that shape our identity and character. We often have to remind ourselves that we have the power to move intentionally toward becoming our truest selves.

Intention to impact, one step at a time, is a gentle yet powerful way of becoming.

Monday, March 24, 2025

Fear Is an Opportunist — Stop Letting It Take Over

 

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Sweat dripped from my forehead and my hands ached as I moved yet another box of hydraulic fittings from the uncounted collection I had sitting around me to the shelf.

Mobile phones were still somewhat of a novelty and mine startled me when it rang.

A big change was coming, but I was out of town working and wouldn’t get the full story until the weekend.

All week in Idaho Falls, that phone call ran laps in my mind. I thought about it so much, I started to wonder if I was going crazy. I thought about the implications and my own real and perceived inadequacies.

That call made me afraid of what the future held for me.

It’s a familiar feeling to most of us. A tightness in the chest, mind racing a million miles a minute. My inner voice is never that quiet, and now it was on overdrive.

Don Johnson put it so elegantly:

Before you know it, fear is knocking on our door. It wants to get in. It wants to run the show. It looks for a weakness to exploit to establish a permanent residence in you.

There are, at times, big events in our lives, like the phone call I received, that fling the door wide open for fear to come in. Other times, all it needs is a small crack. Even when you think you’ve locked the door, fear sometimes has a way of making its way in.

And once it’s in, it never wants to sit quietly in the corner.

Fear’s the worst kind of house guest. I wants to rearrange things: your thoughts and your confidence. It makes you question yourself and doubt your choices. Things that might have seemed certain start to feel fragile.

Don Johnson again (because I love his writing):

Fear is a virus that separates us from ourselves, the present moment, peace and contentment. It makes us brittle and smaller, diminishes our capacity to think rationally, and can erode our health and well-being.

He’s right.

More than a few times since starting two businesses, I’ve felt that virus spread through my body, my decisions, and my conversations. I’ve felt it cloud my mind to the point where I couldn’t hear my own instincts anymore. It’s like losing the plot to my own story.

Fear pulls us out of the present and drops us into imaginary futures filled with worst-case scenarios or pushes us into a past where we ruminate on prior failures. It isolates us from who we really are. It disconnects us from clarity, peace, and joy.

How do we stop letting fear take over?

As much as I wish it were the case, there is neither a one-size-fits-all answer or a permanent solution that locks the door for good. What I do have are a few things I’ve been learning (mostly the hard way), and slowly trying to put into practice.

Remember: no hacks, no guarantees. It’s a model or set of reminders I’m learning to come back to when fear tries to break down the door again.

  1. Name it. Don’t hide it. Fear thrives in darkness. As soon as I tell myself that it’s just fear talking there is a noticeable change. These internal fears we harbor lose strength when we call them out. Sometimes, I have to say it out loud so I can recognize that I don’t have to obey it.
  2. Re-center in the present. I’ve joked with my wife that one of my “super powers” is dwelling in the past and fretting about the future. As we already discussed, that’s what fear does: it either pulls me into the future or pushes me into the past. When I catch myself spiraling, I try to do something — anything — that roots me in the now. I’ve been doing a simple breathing exercise: 3 seconds in, 2-second hold, 4 seconds out. It’s remarkable how effective that is in helping me get a grip.
  3. Don’t go it alone. Fear loves isolation. That’s why the horror movies always portray the antagonist trying to split people up. When I keep fear in my head, it multiplies. But when I talk to someone I trust , generally my wife or one of my best friends, I start to get perspective. A trusted community is a powerful antidote to fear.
  4. Remind yourself who you are. I often define myself based on the “loud success” I see around me. Consequently, fear loves to tell me I’m not enough. That I’ll fail. That I can’t handle what’s coming. But I’ve faced hard things before. I’ve figured things out before. Sometimes, I literally have to say that out loud: “I’ve done hard things. I can do this, too.”
  5. Do the next right thing. Fear wants me to fix everything all at once, to have all the answers. What I’ve learned only recently is that progress often just looks like doing the next right thing. I might be one short call, one face-to-face conversation, one action, one small step forward.

Just because I’ve got a good list going of the things that alleviate fear, that doesn’t mean I don’t get afraid. It’s still mostly my default position, but I’m learning not to let it hang around so long. I’m starting to believe that I don’t have to give fear the keys to the house anymore.

Fear hasn’t stopped knocking and it’ll keep knocking. I’m not sure that will ever change, but I know I don’t have to answer the door all the time.

We’ll all still answer the door sometimes. Fear will still get in, but that doesn’t mean we have to give it the good chair and invite it to rearrange the furniture or knock down walls.

Even when fear’s loud, it doesn’t have to be in charge. More and more, I’m learning how to pause, breathe, tell myself what the truth really is, then take a step no matter how small.

The method’s not perfect, and it’s not easy, but it is possible.

Maybe you’re having a moment where fear’s at the door or you’ve already let it in and it’s planning to demolish the family room. Just know: you’re not alone, and you don’t have to let it in.

Sunday, March 16, 2025

Well, At Least I Watched a Lot of YouTube

 

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A good friend died recently. He was 79 years old, but mostly seemed younger than his years.

By profession, he was a nuclear engineer; one of the smartest people I’ve ever known. He was also perhaps the most soft-spoken person I’ve ever met, and he rarely spoke. When he did, you knew it was time to listen.

I spent many afternoons sitting on his couch visiting with him and his wife. He offered wise counsel about how to live life.

After retirement, he didn’t go quietly into the night. He used his extra time to be engaged in our community politically, socially, and religiously. He was never one to just watch life go by. His active participation in life, I think, is what helped him stay sharp.

And then, just about a year before his passing, he was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. The chemotherapy stalled the tumor’s growth, but it also sapped his energy for life.

It was painful to watch.

Because now I’ve lost two good friends to brain tumors. And I’ve realized something about the way life fades out.

I don’t know that I’ve experienced more loss than the next person my age, but someone I maintain a deluded fantasy that the end of life is something abrupt; that it always ends in a sudden collapse or dramatic turn. Most of the time, of course, that’s not how it happens.

Life tends to fade in quieter ways. For so many of us, it fades in small decisions, changes (abandonment) of daily habits; a gradual shift from doing to watching.

At some point, a lot of people stop participating and start observing (or just consuming).

I’ve always been a doer, but I’ve realized that there are areas of my life where I’ve stopped doing. Of course, there are times and seasons for things, but I don’t run like I used to, I’ve gained 35 pounds, and I spend more time doom-scrolling on my phone than I’d like to admit.

It’s so easy to get caught up in valueless distractions: YouTube, news, little things that fill up time without giving anything in return.

It didn’t happen all at once. It was something of a slow drift. In 2023, I set a new record of more than 1,400 miles run. Then, I burned out. I decided to take a little break that turned into a long break. Of course, I didn’t change my eating habits — you can mostly eat what you want when you’re running 30+ miles a week most weeks.

It’s taken me 15 months to realize that I’m caught in a slow descent into passive consumption.

My friend’s life didn’t fade away through distraction. He didn’t spend his final years “just keeping up” with the world. He stayed engaged, stayed sharp, and stayed in motion until his body wouldn’t let him anymore. He still took time to relax when it was needed, but he didn’t give into the slow decay that sometimes comes with age.

And when I think about my own habits of late, I have to ask:

  • Is this how my life is going to fade out?
  • Am I going to allow myself to drift into a life of passive consumption?
  • Or am I going to start doing again?

One thing I know about myself is that I’m a builder.

  • I’ve helped businesses succeed, and am building my own companies now.
  • I build software.
  • I build systems that make things better.

But I’ve let stress and anxiety rob me of things that were (are) important to me. In some ways, I’ve become more consumer than creator.

The question now is whether this is just a reflection on a friend’s passing or a wake-up call.

Because if I’m honest, I don’t want my life to fade out in a slow drift toward meaningless distractions. I don’t want to reach the end with the final tally heavy on consuming, scrolling and watching. I want it to be tilted way towards the side of creating, building, and living.

I want to stay engaged.

I want to build.

I want to be present for the people who matter most to me.

So, this is my line in the sand.

When my life comes to a close, I don’t want to look back and say,“Well, at least I watched a lot of YouTube.”

I want to look back and say, “I loved, I served, and I built something that mattered.”