I'm not even passionate about Disney anymore. In fact, when I look back, I don't think that I even contain a "passionate" gene. I play golf, but, I have never cared enough to put any effort into improving. I like travel in theory, but, I actually find traveling to be tedious and terribly inconvenient. Unfortunately I never remember that until I am actually out there traveling and by then it's to late to avoid.
I guess I passionately care about my children and my grandchildren, but, in my early years it seemed that whenever I allowed my emotions to rule anything it just bit me in the butt. You get gun shy after a while. It's called the "waiting for the other shoe to drop syndrome" and it tends to stifle any excitement over many things.