Sunday night when I realized the weekend was over , I thought, it starts again; the work week – the routine of Monday through Friday. Whether it’s sales, caring for children, or numbers and more numbers. That thought in turn created a question – is how I spend most of my week OK? My answer was I don’t know. So I asked an easier question – is there something better? My answer came quickly – no. If my answer was again, I don’t know, then I better be ready to find out, coming up with ideas, checking them out, and comparing them to what I do now. Why would I want to go through Monday through Friday year after year and not know the answer? I’d be settling; not the best way to live, unless you can fulfill your passions too, each and every week. I had two good jobs during my working years and made decent money doing them. But I never relied on those jobs to make me happy. It was passions, first my husband and children, and now hobbies and grandchildren. Passions – things I love enough, to allocate time and effort enough, to find joy and fulfillment enough.