Life has those little “ah-ha” moments that give you clarity and propel you forward with a renewed and reinvigorating zest towards a goal (large or small). You feel it too, maybe its that extra pep in your step or you skipping that caffeinated coffee beverage, or maybe its just that you’ve checked your baggage at the door, either way, you want to sing from the roof tops. I love those moments, I really do. Nothing gets my engine revving like new found or rediscovered ( creature of comfort here!) purpose. Whether its was my degree or my graduate certificate, a new found love of fitness (who knew?) or my love of the written word (currently writing a novel!), I just love having a strong sense of purpose. Lately, however, I haven’t had a purpose, let alone a strong one. I feel meaningless some days. I’ve been floating about trying activities and exploring new interests in hopes of achieving a new “ah-ha” moment, unfortunately, I haven’t.
Being left to my own devices, I’ve tried all sorts of stuff, I’ve taken cake decorating classes, online classes, and am even practicing my french, which as it turns out, i’m worse than I thought at these things. But, being a jaded optimist leaves me expecting for the worst and hoping for the best. So, while i’m prepared to struggle finding purpose again, i’m still hoping for the best.
Is there hope out there for me?
Only time will tell 😉
Thanks for reading!
Cironstone 