It's funny how life turns out. Growing up, I distinctly remember not having a passion for anything. I mean I actually remember myself thinking, "There's nothing I'm passionate about." That's why I ended up as an accountant.
I remember English being my best subject and my teachers, even some of my friends, consistently telling me it was a shame I wasn't putting my writing skills to good use. The truth was, I might have had a good "voice" on paper but often lacked the inspiration for the words to flow naturally.
I'm the last person that would have imagined my life would so much revolve around dogs today. I didn't know this passion existed within me. Heck, I didn't even like dogs growing up. But there it is. And here I am.