In another book I'm currently reading called "Writing Down the Bones" by Natalie Goldberg, I came across this very interesting piece:

"When you accept writing as what you are supposed to do, after you've tried everything else--marriage, hippiedom, traveling, living in Minnesota or New York, teaching, spiritual practices--there's finally no place else to go. So no matter how big the resistance, there is one day, there is the next day, and the writing work ahead."

For me, this was very enlightening. I've felt that all those other things WERE my passions. I'm finding out however, those were all things directing me toward my real passion.