Itās me, Iām my purpose.
The reason for which something is done or created or for which something exists.
God has been showing up for me so much here lately. In the past 3 months. Heās shown me who I am. Itās crazy. It sounds crazy af. I was like, āIām not that religious for God to be this chatty with me?ā. I mean donāt get me wrong, G and I talk on the daily but itās mostly like 87% me talking and G shaking his head. This time around, Iāve been so at peace in the moments that there are very few words. I get to wake up everyday amazed by the woman that I am right now. I love that for me. I love that for the people around me. I move how I want to, always. With love. I control my happiness, manage my pain, and write my story. I am magnetic to all things that I want to attract. I only pour my energy into things that will replenish me. Anything else is aimless.
Manifest. Finesse. Hussle.
Itās forced me to face my demons, see my evil self. Itās like every time we (G and I) talk my health meter grows a little more like in the video games we used to play. I was so deep in the red but you donāt really notice that when youāre fighting. Ya know, you just keep swinging. I immediately started to not deal with toxic relationships by valuing myself more. Baby, the price done went up! When I decided to quit a job, heavy emphasis on the āaā because it wasnāt my j-o-b. Walmart was a job to me thatās it. It held nothing else with me. I walked away with a nauseously clear spirit. But in that, my faith went up 5 points. I focused on my means, my happiness and my freedom and I went for it. My job purpose in life is find myself. For most, growing up it was instilled in us that our purpose in life was whatever we decide to do for work. Youāll have some parents that dressed that up to say ā doing whatever makes you happyā but they meant what I said above just with sprinkles on top. But what if thatās not for everybody... because in my daydreams thereās no sign of work.
I am rooted. But I flow.
I feel very strongly that my purpose in this lifetime is to find out who I am. Find myself. Discover what genuine happiness looks like, what real love feels like, what success tastes like āto meā. When I think about it thatās always been my biggest question. Since I was a little girl, wow. I wasnāt raised by happy people. I grew up seeing people work and get by. Very rarely did I see witness a dream chaser. But yeah sure I may find a career that makes me happier. Iāll find love, have more children ya know like the movies. But theyāre just mini movies along the way. You pick up what Iām putting down? Like if we believe that childhood find your ādream jobā bullshit is the only way to true happiness and thatās not our individual purpose weāre gonna miss it every time itās presented to us. Which results in feeling lost and becoming lost. I saw a podcast once that said āweāll never have it all figured outā. Hmph. Not with that attitude.
I find my self, I find my way.
But he could have a point as well. Maybe itās just a race until the clock runs out. But a decent sized part of me refuses to believe that everyone that has died before me didnāt knowingly find theyāre t-r-u-e purpose. Like if itās something that weāll never be able to really prove why not just say we didāat least. We were given one life (in this body) with an expiration date. Donāt waste it on trivial bullshit. Find yourself and do everything that makes that person happy. I know I am. I can have a shit ton of regrets tossed around in my life span but doesnāt take away from all the good. āI knew the assignmentā .... put that on my hedge stone please. But seriously.... I donāt know what exactly triggered my quantum leap but I love this period of my life. Itās giving fulfilled.
For sure.













