Passion

A video was posted to my Facebook page of a grown lion snuggling with a woman who had rescued her. There was such love in the lion’s body language that it blew me away. That is the level of passion I want in my life. I demand it! We never know when our last day will come. I want every part of my life to be lived with passion. Work, working out, dancing, loving. I want everything I do and experience to be all in or bust. I want to live each day like it could be my last. People who enter my life need to be marvelous or I’m not interested. Work needs to be stimulating, or I’m not staying. I want to see in Technicolor, hear in surround sound, feel like magic, laugh till it hurts, and make love like the bed is burning.

One of the great things about Gotham is that it’s a city full of passionate people. It draws the best, brightest and most talented in so many fields. One has to live and breathe their passion just to compete. “Go all the way or don’t stay” could easily be our slogan, as much as “I love New York.”

I require an alpha male, worthy of the chase, capable of devouring me with his fangs yet gentle enough to expose his own neck. My own Mr. Big: strong, intelligent, kind, magnanimous, and sophisticated enough to run with me to do anything, anywhere in any world. Conquer my heart. Conquer, because I would rather be alone than with the wrong man. I require passion and make no apologies for it.

The American Heart Association Wall Street 5K Run was a few days ago and thousands of people showed up to run with all their heart for all the other hearts that benefit from this event. An opera singer from the Met sang our National Anthem, then blood pumping hearts ran as fast as legs would carry them, like thunder through the Financial District, all for the same life preserving cause. A most passionate day, indeed.

Passion is paramount. I have clung to my passions in life simply because I can’t live any other way. When I have tried to fit my round peg self into a box like “sensible” square hole, it is always a disaster.

Some people can live anywhere, do a nine to five and take comfort in a slow and steady grind. Passion in their work is an unnecessary ingredient so long as the job gets done. That’s just not a world I’m able to live in without losing my mind.

The hustle and bright lights of Times Square attract us like moths from all over the world to watch the talent in action. Talent, combined with passion and the dedication to put in all the work it takes to get oneself in bright lights in the big city. Humdrum simply won’t draw a crowd. Only passion will do.

All of men’s greatest achievements have required passion and dedication. We don’t often jump up and down for average. But we will remember impassioned brilliance till the end of time.

So I’ll feel no guilt for wanting to feel the wind in my hair with the top down, feel sunlight on my skin, dance till I’m soaked, run in warm summer rain, eat vegan organic 80% cocoa dark chocolate, swing from any sparkling chandelier I desire, make love till dawn and risk “sensible” for a career that’s interesting and meaningful to me. As the director of Polished Social Image Consultants and established lifestyle guru in the media, I have spent my entire life in the pursuit of putting one best foot forward, of living a polished life with flare, finesse and savoir faire and sharing my knowledge with others.

Living one’s best possible life as the most stellar version of themselves is what I have sought to share; an extraordinary tele-novella-like journey, for which I am grateful.

I want passion; there is time for flatline when I die.