For me, it has certainly been true. As I said, this new place has been personally revolutionary. I have used the metaphor that I was perfectly content living in my house with the 8 foot ceilings, and then someone came along and blew the roof off, and there is a whole sky out there. And I want to fly. I now find that passionate and energetic doesn t have to mean uncaring or unconnected with people.
Passion can be a bit disdainful of reasonableness and productivity.
And passion is among the most sacred and fragile gifts the gods bestow on us. It is fragile before our devastating embarrassment and impatience. I now find that my life feels more integrated, that there is less separation between my personal and my work life. Carolyn and Meg chided me the other night about talking about heavy stuff on a Friday night. But there no longer seems to be a contradiction in that for me.