I was asked that question recently and I couldn’t answer it. Besides the obvious (and natural) answer of family and friends – I couldn’t think of anything else. I mean, I like a whole bunch of things but I’m not sure I really have a passion for any of them.
Some people are passionate about a cause. I don’t really have one. I’ve always been pretty wishy-washy. My heart strings are pulled over and over again but they are not tied to on any one cause.
I’m certainly not passionate about politics. Don’t get me started.
Some people are passionate about sports. I don’t play any. I run but I would not say I’m passionate about running. Most days, I whine and drag my feet before forcing myself out the door.
Books? I don’t have the awake-time for them.
I’d like to say I’m passionate about writing but I don’t do much with it. I write here and there with the hope of writing more. I just don’t have the initiative or the courage to push it too far. Passion fizzled.
I guess I just felt lacking after the question forced me to review myself because I wasn’t able to answer right away. Am I lazy? Does it mean I don’t care enough? Am I putting too much meaning on the word “passionate”?
Can you answer the question? What are you passionate about?
Are You Zhazha? 
You might be overlooking the “obvious” answer you gave in the first paragraph–your family. You are passionate about building and sustaining a family. The kind of parenting that you do, because you are there for your kids and husband, doesn’t leave a lot of time for other pursuits. You still make time for running, writing, friends, and adventures. My stepmother always says, “Charity begins at home,” and what she means is that all of the other goodness that we have to give in life comes from what we receive at home.
Thank you for that. I guess I feel like it’s a given so I wanted to force myself to think about what if I couldn’t say family. I guess I answered my own question with the reaction I had when I thought about how happy Nate is with another friend to play with in the neighborhood. It made me tear up because I’m so thrilled for him. What else makes me do that?!
I once found myself sitting on the therapist’s couch complaining about G not always doing the housework right on time. She asked me, “Would you rather have a partner who cares about the chores and not about the family, or a partner who is crazy about the family and forgets to do the chores?” Because, sadly, a passion for family is NOT a given! I guess you know which one I chose. Now I need to go wash some dishes…