First of all, a warm "thank you" for all that welcomed me. Now, something a bit more difficult, a bit of a test as it were, to see how you respond. The subject is, "passions for life" or, more correctly, the lack there of. I'm not talking about a lack of "passionate love", but rather the things that bring joy to our lives. I have been blessed with many passions in my life, usually, a new one appeared before the previous one had died. When I was a young lad, I thought the world started and ended with fast cars. Then I got my first ride on a truly fast motorcycle ... so much for cars.I got involved with competitive shooting sports, and did well with it for 6 years, then, on a whim, I bought a bow and some arrows. Shooting a firearm accurately is largely a mechanical proposition ... shooting a bow accurately is ... well? It's magic. Slowly, I sold all of my firearms.
My last passion in life was sailing. I owned several boats and lived aboard them for 8 years. When I moved back to land (11 years ago) I wondered "what's next?". The sad answer has been ... nothing. I have enjoyed cooking for more than 50 years, and still enjoy it to this day ... but where's the other stuff? Where's the next thing? 11 years is a long time to wait!
I suppose my question is, am I alone in this? Have others experienced the same thing? If so, how have they dealt with it?