This blog is about reclaiming my purpose. Lord, that sounds lofty, self-important, and B-O-R-I-N-G. In truth though it can't be any of those things because, really, what else is there?
Here's my story: somewhere along the way I learned to suppress my own natural instincts about how to "go about" my life. Don't get me wrong ....I know how to behave, I know how to get along with people, I'm super-good at knowing what I'm "supposed" to go about doing. But I'm 48 years old and I find myself wallowing in false, uninteresting, unchallenging pursuits, having very little knowledge, let alone faith, in my own personal, legitimate impulses.
Ugh! Gag me for being so heavy! But it's true. I lost myself a long time ago.
I know I'm not alone with this problem. I even have friends with the same or similar problems. But THIS problem is by definition a solitary pursuit. So I am alone. It's like the moment we're born and the moment we die--in a certain way you're very much alone without a single possession to claim, save your body and your soul. That's how I feel right now ......scared, yet profoundly real and blissfully valid, like the day I was born.