I used to be passionate about things in my life. Certainly, when my relationships started with my ex-husbands. But other interests, too: NASCAR racing; birdwatching; my dog Mack; even my job as a correctional social worker; Lady Raider basketball; rhyme and meter poetry.
I still have lots of interests: brass bands; reading; knitting; Lady Raider basketball; Yankee baseball; Red Sox baseball; Texas Tech football; NASCAR; birdwatching; kayaking.
But I do not seem to have passions anymore. I am not sure why. Nothing stirs me for more than a few minutes. Many things stir me: patriotic music; sports; books; work; my cats. But the passion is gone. Is there something wrong with me?
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