Hint, it starts with this thing we call “purpose”…
Do you live every day to the fullest?
I’ve spent years plucking away jobs, activities, and people that suck the marrow out of my life. Why? I’ve seen one too many people I love wither away into a sea of despair — spending their lives doing what they thought they should do rather than doing what they love.
After devoting their whole “working lives” to their jobs, both my parents (Baby Boomers), and grandparents (the Silent Generation) retired into a state of purposelessness, despondency, and depression. Sometimes by watching those we love spin into a state of discontent, we learn what not to do.
Get emotionally naked.
Six years ago, I chose to leave a man who wouldn’t talk. When things got emotional, he would work and work and work. I didn’t pester him to talk. I thought if I let him be, he would emerge with words and we would feel connected once again.
But he never emerged.
We are a lot more powerful than we think we are.
We created this New Year after all. Well, our ancestors did.
The calendar was a human invention. The days, the months and the years a set of beliefs society adopted as a truth to live by.
I awoke this morning to my seven-year-olds sweet, high pitched voice asking me, “Mom, how many more of the months, you know like February until it’s the end of school?”
Half asleep, I smirked to myself.
Why are you jumping so far in the future? I asked with a gentleness. Why are you counting the days until your summer vacation?
Soul Writer. Single Mama. Life ponderer. Nature Lover. Therapist. Introvert. HSP & Empath. Life is my playground and each day a blank canvas.