Set Your Purpose and Live It
I have always lived with a sense of purpose. Never truly knowing what it was until recently.
I had picked up a book that I received from my adopted Grandma when I was quite young, but never appreciated the message behind it until I got to where I am now. It explains that we aren’t set out to find our purpose, but rather, set our purpose and live it.
So what is my purpose and what holds me back from living it?
My purpose is to love. Love as much as I can. Love myself, love others, love all living things — to take care and to nurture. It’s what drives me, motivates me, and gives me the feeling of wholeness.
I would often think… is it enough? Am I enough? Did I choose the right path? Is this my purpose, or I am I meant to do more? Comparing ourselves to others is a common mistake. Then, there it was, plain as day… right in front of me…
Be proud of who you are.
This is me. I am not a career woman. I am not an athlete. I am not an adrenaline junkie or one who likes to look fear in the eyes.
I am me.
I am a stay-at-home mom and wife. I love to cook, bake, and take care of our home and family. I love walks in the trees, and laying in the grass in the summer. I love the sunshine and the ocean. I love to travel and explore. Camping is my favourite summer past time. In the winter I am Christmas crazy.
I am learning so much about myself because I am taking the time to listen to what it is I need and want. I have learned that girl time is essential. That I have a lot of compassion and love for horses. I have since I was little but had allowed fear to get in the way (I am working at building up my confidence). I love romance, yes… like the kind in fairytales; I also believe every once in a while I am living in one. I love to watch the stars, listen to music and sing, curl up next to the fireplace and snuggle in a blanket (I am not a winter person, so if you’re looking for me, chances are, that is where you’ll find me). I love laughing until I cry, and crying when I am happy.
But most of all I am proud of who I am, as well as who I will become, and to have found out that accepting me is the key to my happiness. Owning who I am, and not giving any second of thought to how others view me. This has given me my freedom.
“How far will you fly if you are free?” Asked one raven of another.
“As far as I can,” she replied.