Life of a mikka-bozu person---the beginnings

For most of my life, I have tried to find my "life passion", only not to find it. I looked everywhere, turned every stone possible on my path, but no life passion in sight.

And, one day, it just hit me. I just don't have "one" life passion. I will never be like Mozart, Freud or other artists who knew almost from babyhood what they were meant to do, who they were meant to be(come).

But I do have many interests. The list is quite long in fact.

I have come to accept the way I am: going from one interest to another, getting bored more or less easily when unchallenged or idle.

My husband calls me "mikka bozu". As in "starting something, but never finishing it". Or "let's see in a couple of days if you will still be interested". It became a private joke.

Recently, two ladies wrote two books about the subject:
"The Renaissance Soul", by Margaret Lovenstine (www.togetunstuck.com)
"Refuse to Choose", by Barbara Sher (www.barbarasher.com)
Her forum for "scanners" (as she calls us) is here:

Both books were interesting to read and I had a couple of aha! moments.

Not to mention a really good excuse to my patterns... I am officially a scanner.
Here in Japan, I am also officially an alien, just don't ask me from which planet (bad foreigner joke related to the "Alien Registration Card" that foreign residents have to carry on them at all times).