The search for passion

I've been thinking about the post I made a few days ago about finding a passion. I have to admit, I'm a bit stuck as to where to start. I know discovering something that moves me at my core will be a process of discovery - a journey, not a problem solving exercise. However, I find it difficult to approach as anything other than a problem solving exercise, since, well, that's kind of how I approach everything (just ask my sister :) ).

So, how to take the first steps in the journey, to get my feet on the road instead of just sitting next to it with my GPS trying to map out a route to a destination I don't yet know? Perhaps to get started is to just list my excitements, those things that get me riled up and ready to do something, then try to sort out if any of them might be a passion, accepting that NONE of them might be. Couldn't hurt.

So here goes - my excitements today:

fighting subculture prejudice - specifically the cultural attitude of the US re: the elderly as disposable or troublesome, the overweight as disgusting and costly, children as commodities or trophies, and so on. Educating others about recognizing the unique value and contribution that each individual makes to society, regardless of age/race/sex/weight/religious preference/sexual preference/etc.

promoting cloth diapers - Educating people about how and why to use cloth diapers and the current trends and "technologies"

promoting living simply - reducing or eliminating the acquisition of unnecessary material goods, redefining the words "luxury" and "necessity", living within our means, then teaching others how to do the same.

promoting critical thinking - educating others on the skills of critical thinking, examination, etc. especially wrt evaluating information from various sources objectively.

promoting time management - educating others on how to maximize the time spent on meaningful activities and minimizing time wasted, as well as how to define "meaningful" and "wasteful" for each individual (recogizing that one person's meaningful is another person's wasteful - and neither is right or wrong)