Every year approximately 130 million miracles occur. Each bundle of joy arrives brimming with promise, unlimited possibilities, and untold ways to affect the world. Certain individuals maintain we are born wired with a purpose, a singular destiny that is ours alone to fulfill. While some people insist that they connected with their life’s mission at an early age, I have yet to meet any. Most of us flounder, waiting for a lightning strike, hoping, praying for an epiphany. Meanwhile, daily activities consume our waking hours, and cannot provide the sense of accomplishment we seek. Something seems wrong.
Answers seldom drop from the clear blue sky into our lap. Nothing comes without effort. I believe you become what you do, what you consciously practice. By living, your passion finds you. How can we know our true calling until we experiment? Select an area that sparks your enthusiasm, a task which you imagine might be a dream. Follow where it leads for 90 days, go all in, and see where what happens.
After a set time, assess your progress, then, make a deeper commitment, or choose an untested activity. If you lose interest, allow yourself to try a different job, explore a new possibility. Don’t wait for a neon sign with your name on it. It’s not likely to appear. The path to your unique reason is to experience life. Discover your loves, the work that makes your heart sing, the areas where you excel. One day you will turn over a leaf and find your answer.
Have you discovered your why?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer