Life's Love Letter: A Letter to My Life

Lately, I’ve been asking myself some pretty big questions. Why are we here? What purpose do we serve as human beings? How are we supposed to relate to one another? For some reason, my 59th birthday hit me hard. I keep thinking, 60 is a mature adult. There’s no more “someday.” No more waiting until the timing is perfect, until life settles down, until everything falls into place. It feels like do-or-die time. And I am choosing do . I used to think we were supposed to figure out our one great purpose in life. But slowly, I’m realizing that maybe purpose doesn’t work that way. We all know how this story eventually ends. Life is finite. But our purpose continues to change and evolve until that day comes. Sometimes our purpose is huge, and sometimes it’s simply the purpose we find in today. Today, I get to make myself happy. Today, I get to make choices that align with my morals and my beliefs. Today, I get to decide how I want to spend this precious little piece of my life. And the possib...

Why Not Me? I don't write on my blog on a schedule. I write when something stirs my heart—when a thought won't leave my mind and I feel like someone else might need to hear it too. Yesterday, I was doing what so many of us do these days... doom scrolling. Then I stopped. A young man was sitting at his kitchen table, looking directly into the camera, and he said he had something important to share. He began by saying that he hadn't spoken to his parents in two years. My first thought was, How heartbreaking. His parents must be devastated. But then he continued. He shared that both of his parents had called him a bum. They told him he would never make anything of himself. Eventually, they kicked him out of the house. Three years later, he owns a home, earned a college degree, is engaged to be married, and has built a life for himself. As I listened, I realized this wasn't really a story about the house, the degree, or the possessions. It was a story about determination. I...