Purpose. We all want to feel like we have it in life. 

The New Oxford American Dictionary defines it this way: 
 "the reason for which something is done or created or for which something exists",  
. . and states  "a person's sense of resolve or determination" as an example. 
It doesn't give a specific gender, class or the health of the individual.  A person. 

I saw this today.  There was no doubt. The pride and determination was apparent as she carried her booster seat, 'all by she self' as my mom would have put it. The adults who walked with this little girl didn't have the luxury of witnessing her accomplishment from their angle. Their observations encompassed those of safety - priority one for sure. But the sprite's trek onto the parking lot, holding her seat with all of her might, was noticed.

How many times have we "carried" something that took almost more than we could muster? I'm not just talking about physically. Carrying a heavy load may mean hearing a friend's story of how rough home life might be. It's tempting to try and give answers to their questions, thus lightening your load but that's not always guaranteed.  Sometimes you have to carry it around for a while, appreciating the weight and responsibility, before finding that the friend had solved the issue. The load is gone replacing the weighted feeling with relief and a sense of accomplishment as well as happiness for your friend.  Purpose.

This even extends to animals. A dog's purpose, in his eyes, it to wait for you to come back home. Yes, to feed him, pat him on the head, and throw his ball too. But do you see a difference in how he welcomes you after your 10 minute trip to get milk verses an 8 hour work day? Right! There is no difference. He is ecstatic to have you back home even if you just went to get the mail.   Purpose. 

We all have it. Sometimes we loose sight of it. Or just misplace it.  But it's there. And when we find it, we often get it back with a helping of humble pie for dessert.  

I am quite aware of my purpose. I am reminded of it each day. As a mom, a friend, a driver, a neighbor. And, yes, for me humble pie is always on the plate. If done correctly, the two go hand-in-hand. 


It drives us, pulls us in different directions. It even pushes us to accomplish the almost unthinkable. We actually need it. Because, without it, we are adrift. Purpose.


Now go hug your dog . . . 

G'Night. 


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