Being Purpose-less

On August 1st, I will be turning 53 years-old. Normally, I plan a new travel excursion around that day, recognizing it with an exciting adventure that marks the turn of the chapter. It is a present I give to myself. This year, however, I am giving myself a different kind of present, carrying with it the same sorta punch but longer lasting and potentially, life-altering.

I'm giving myself a 'year off' from having a "purpose."  This doesn't mean I'm kicking my kids or responsibilities to the curb; rather approaching them differently.

Admittedly, there hasn't been a day in all my fifty-three years when I thought I was born without a purpose. I've lived quite purpose-driven and definitively. But lately, I have to say, I'm not certain that my thinking has been accurate or even healthy. 

Some would say that we arrive to this world without any purpose at all...that living is all there is and absolutely enough.  Purpose may, in fact, be a choice and even a burden, both stifling and unnecessarily stressful. 

It's an entirely new concept for me to consider -- on the one hand, freeing; on the other, uncomfortable. But, I'm willing to test it and see where it (and my path forward) goes. I am willing to "stop telling life who I am and allow it to tell me."

I don't think I would have had the courage or confidence to try this before now, despite brief encounters and applications of this in my past, resulting in much good. At fifty-three, however, I am up for this kind of adventure and have earned the courage and confidence it takes to invite it through my door. 

We will see what arrives through it, together.  

In the meantime, I ask you, "Do you believe that you were born with a purpose or merely, born?"

Share you thoughts and insights on the topic. I'd love to know.

Originally share in THREAD MB