I had planned to write about passion and how it is possible, commonplace really, to do something well without passion. I was going to be clever, or as close as I am capable, and outline various ways individuals excel without passion and then conclude that passionless endeavors are unsustainable.
Then I stared at the mound of laundry and ended up spending the next hour folding. That drove all passion from my mind. Really, does anyone even like folding laundry?