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TURN YOUR PASSION INTO PROFIT


I was just a tiny girl who enjoyed scribbling stuff on paper. So you can imagine my excitement when I made my first income from writing blogs.

As much as I enjoyed the taste of financial independence freelancing gave me in my undergrad, I wasn't totally happy.
 
At some point I hated the idea of writing, especially on topics I had no interest in.

Imagine having to write about stuffs that are only available in the USA when you've never been to even Togo.

Yes, turn your passion into profit.
But it's not that simple.

These challenging topics made me question my passion. I doubted if I truly loved writing.

"Loathe" might seem like a strong word but it perfectly describes how having a deadline, writing on unfamiliar topics and receiving money for the one thing I loved the most made me feel.

Motivational speakers made us think that making profit from our passion is automatic.

Well, I have learned the hard way.

Fairy tales of magical fixes for life exist only in books.
And life on planet earth is the total opposite of fairy tales.

You're going to love and hate the things that bring you joy the most because that's how life is.

As a hopeless romantic that I am, I coped with this new reality by taking a break from writing. 
How could I have this type of strange and unpleasant feeling towards something that gave me so much joy and fulfilment.

But because love conquers all, I got back to writing, but as a different person. 
I had a better understanding of what it meant to be truly passionate about something.

I learned that being passionate, doesn't mean loving something when it makes you feel good only.

I learned that nothing can ever be "perfect" in life. Everything, including our passion is flawed. That's where unconditional love comes in. 
Loving and investing your life into something consistently.

That's the journey to profiting from passion.

 So when next that thing or person you're passionate about gives you a little trouble, you persist. 
You don't give up.

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