First off, I want to thank everyone for their thoughtful, kind, and wise comments on my initial post, Writing Your Life. One of the many things I’ve learned and gained from this ongoing experiment in living is to be open and vulnerable (see The V Word) with others. I’m deeply grateful to everyone for listening and commiserating on questions we all ask ourselves at some point.
I once wrote that the most courageous act any of us can do is to Be You. Life experience continues to confirm that belief. I wrote in Writing Your Life that I had found my purpose in writing. After going through another few days of soul-searching, I realized that while writing is my deep love and passion, it’s not my purpose. It’s an expression of my purpose. My purpose doesn’t have a title like the others I was comparing myself to: urban planner, artist, filmmaker, lawyer, CEO, musician. I longed desperately for one word to sum me up. One word that would capture my focus. But there is no “one” word for any of us. We are all so much more.
I figured out my purpose. It came to me in a brief breath between my chaotic thoughts last week. My purpose is so startlingly simple I couldn’t see it. My purpose is to be me. The me that has an unbelievable passion for life, for people, for stories, and cultures, for trees, and oceans, for adventure, for food, for love, for experiencing all life has to offer with the time I have on earth.
Friday morning, I woke up to the sunrise. The fog had lifted. I knew again what I’ve always known–my heart knows the way, and so does yours.
P.S. On a somewhat related side note, I have another music video recommendation (above) for you from Pogo. Warning: this song, Kadinchey (Thank You), is awesome and may make you want to hop on a plane to Bhutan and experience what Gross National Happiness means.