“Lost.” That’s how I would have described myself seven years ago.
I wasn’t writing—or at least, not publicly—and I wasn’t growing. I felt like I didn’t know who I was or where I was going. I seemed to be drifting without purpose.
I was in a very intense period in my life; the kind that involves diapers, playdates, sleepless nights and throw-up. My focus was on motherhood. And perhaps being so intensely focused on motherhood brought me to a place where I lost sight of myself.
I loved being a mum, but I couldn’t remember who I was outside of that role. Or if I’d ever known at all. The “Who I am” and “Why I am” was a mystery, and I just didn’t know how to find the missing pieces.
I think we all come to the point in our journey, where we long to discover our purpose (tweet that). That is, unless our purpose has been clearly etched on our soul since we were knee-high.
Mine certainly wasn’t.« Continue »