By Jane Bokun
The months have been going by slowly since this pandemic reared its head and my emotions are no longer anything I can control.
When I’m doing my job doing stories, I forget about everything that’s going on in this chaotic world and I think that’s called passion. During Covid-19 we’ve all been forced to at least think about the idea of passion, or true love. What do you love?
Since I’ve been stuck in the house (no job, no vacations no anything, except the grocery store and DSW) I’m always thinking about ways I can make my situation better. My sister-in-law took up crocheting and now makes beautiful blankets, some people take up a new language, and me? I just wish I could.
What’s stopping me? I certainly have the time, but I’m lacking the passion. I once went to London and visited the Victoria and Albert Museum there. It was filled with so many beautiful items, my head was spinning. The Victoria and Albert Museum is the world’s largest museum of applied and decorative arts and design, as well as sculpture. It has a permanent collection of over 2.27 million objects. It was founded in 1852 and named after Queen Victoria and Prince Albert.
What was I stuck on looking at?
The Royal wedding dresses and the jewelry collections. It took me hours to walk away from them. I was mesmerized. It was a true love that I had never felt before.
“That’s what I like,” I thought. “Fashion.”
And so it was. In the newsroom I always dressed to the nines. My shoes were cutting edge and still are (see above DSW). Everyone said I was the best dressed and thought I was a huge diva. I didn’t care. I knew they didn’t have the love of fashion that I did.