I love to ask my kids this question. Truthfully, I’m hoping they will give me some ideas.
I work in an office with interesting people, in interesting walks of life… all who work to help others. Good people with hearts for service. It is one reason I wanted to work in a hospital. I wanted to do something that mattered.
When I took the leap from Property Management, a career that left me totally unfulfilled, it never occurred to me that I was looking for my purpose.
Purpose is one of those words you come across a good bit in reading Personal Development. Now, I am HUGE fan of bettering yourself- and an even bigger fan of reading, but this question of Purpose stumps me every time. It frustrates me and makes me wonder if I’m doing life all wrong.
I feel like I do my job well, but I’m always faced with the question, “When I die, will I feel like I’ve made a difference on this Earth?” In other words, PURPOSE.
Right now, purpose means taking care of the things I’ve been given. First and foremost, my body and mind. Second, my family. Don’t judge me on putting myself first- my philosophy is that you can’t take care of others if you don’t take care of yourself. It isn’t being selfish.
But I believe I was chosen to be right here, right now, for a bigger reason. We are all pieces to this larger puzzle and I’m struggling to fit in. God sees me. He knows where I’m headed.
So I’m branching out. I want to try new things. I want to break bad habits (yeah, I have just a few). There’s something out there waiting for me. I just have to wait on God’s perfect timing. And let’s face it, patience is not one of my gifts.
When I grow up, I want to be… hopefully, I will figure it out.