How To Find Your Passion


  Excitement is the more practical synonym for happiness, and it is precisely what you should strive to chase. It is the cure-all. When people suggest you follow your “passion” or your “bliss,” I propose that they are, in fact, referring to the same singular concept: excitement. This brings us full circle. The question you should be asking isn’t, “What do I want?” or “What are my goals?” but “What would excite me?””

— Tim Ferris’s

This quote really resonated with me. For those who know me personally, I’ve been on a roller coaster during my early twenties. I tied my happiness to my career choice and when I didn’t feel satisfied I took a few steps back and tried again… and again… and again. This eventually lead to some pretty intense anxiety and depression. If you’re struggling to find what truly makes you happy, ask yourself “what makes me jump out of bed?”

Most people focus on what is most rewarding or what earns the most money or even what they’re good at. All of these are valid questions to ask, however, none truly matter as much as what makes you feel excited and gets you out of bed!

While in college, I changed my major multiple times (4 to be exact!) based on what I thought would make me happy. I failed to realize that there was one thing that I was interested in for years and would find myself reading on the subject during my spare time. This was the exact subject I would end up graduating with.

It honestly doesn’t matter what anyone tells you to do or to study or what job you should get. It honestly doesn’t even matter if you’re good at something or not (although that helps!). You need to choose something that will make you the happiest and most excited for life. The talent, money, and success will come with it!

When I first started college, I had no interest in figuring out my passion or even thinking about it. I just wanted to party and hang out with the wrong people. This eventually resulted in crazy anxiety about school, since I wasn’t where I truly wanted to be. I began to hate school, thinking I didn’t need it, and even started my own business (queue Radioactive Flamingo!). I don’t regret my choices because I learned valuable skills that I am currently using, but had I known my true passion, I would’ve wasted less time worrying and more time enjoying life, like I currently am.

So how on earth can you find your passion? Sit down with a pen and paper. Ask yourself, what makes me excited? What interests me? If you’re still having a hard time, look for what you spend your free time doing. Do you read? If so, what subjects are these books? Whether that’s fitness, make up, or birds, dive deeper into this and see where it takes you! You may just surprise yourself.


The Radioactive Flamingo in the Room

IMG_5650.JPG2015 was a year of trial and error. I had finally decided to move beyond my nutrition and dietetics degree because it made me so unhappy. I decided I would start an Etsy shop and see where it went, since that was something I had dreamt of doing for many years. And thus, Radioactive Flamingo was born. If there is one thing I am proud of, it is the courage it took to open that shop, the time I put into it, and the hard work I pushed through for about 6 months. I did enjoy it because I wasn’t going school and was working part time at a museum. After seeing some success with my shop and how “happy” I was, I thought possibly a career in interior design would work for me. Creative freedom, decent pay, and a wide variety of jobs seemed a good fit for my personality. I looked into schools and was accepted to Winthrop University, 10 minutes from my mother in laws home in Rock Hill, South Carolina. Moving to the Carolinas had been on my mind since the first time I visited! It seemed meant to be…


Until I went to orientation and was told I would need to attend another 4 years when I had already endured 89 credits at FIU. That would’ve cost me over $120,000 in loans. It really wasn’t meant to be. That trip was hard for me. I felt lost and hopeless. What would I do with my life? A degree was so important to me. I told myself I would finish with a degree in liberal arts and get my masters in interior architecture.

Was that even what I wanted? Did that truly make me happy?

During that trip, we visited Congaree National Park… Where I hiked 8 miles into the swamp and witnessed groups of hogs, Pileated Woodpeckers, every insect imaginable. I was in heaven. It was all beautiful. The fact that I could walk down the trail in the pouring rain and stay completely dry thanks to the thick canopy of cypress trees. The trail seemed never ending, even on our way back to the visitor center… But it was perfect. I felt alive.


Crowders Mountain was also on our list, a rock climbing area about 40 minutes from my mother in laws. This was one of the hardest trails I’ve ever walked and yet somehow I always trace back to it in my mind. My boyfriend was planning his FIRST (one more time… FIRST) camping trip with some friends to rock climb at this park. It occurred to me… I used to go camping… Big Cypress National Preserve, Everglades National Park, Biscayne National Park, Peace River… Where did I get lost?

Now I was about to turn 25 years old and was about to pursue a career… A lifetime… In Decorating?!

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No. I wouldn’t. I needed to feel alive. 2015 was a year of trial and error… Mixed with anxiety and depression… Mixed with low self esteem… Mixed with hatred of myself… But somehow in the forest, hiking through cypress swamps, kayaking in Key Largo, watching sea turtles catch a breath of air, taking photos of whatever insect, bird, snake, I could find… That is where I felt alive. A fire in myself that I had forgot even existed. That’s when I decided… For the 3rd time that I would not settle for a lifetime of anything but that fire within myself.

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