Your passion is not your purpose.

Welcome to my first blog post on my brand new website. I had originally planned to make this blog about my story but Spirit has other plans for me. It’s a new year and the energy of the upcoming year is screaming at me, I will share this with you instead. 2020. What a year, it has meant so many different things but it has undoubtedly been a year of change. It has also been a year that highlights how much we tend to hate change. It has been a year of strength, humanity, love, and support. It has also been a year of anger, hate, stubbornness and fear. So how does this all play into 2021? Well the energy going into this year, the energy how I read it is, Your passion is not your purpose!

Purpose. This has somehow taken on a singular meaning in life. What is my purpose? We spend so much time and energy on “finding our purpose” that we actually forget to live. Secret time, that is our purpose, to LIVE! Let me explain further, I look around and I see so many people pushing their way forward, gripping onto societies version of success and purpose. The number one thing we have to remember is that our passions are NOT our purpose. We all have our places, the spark that makes us, us. Finding those places, our places in life, is amazing. Those moments are invigorating and empowering. Far too often those moments are also short lived. We forget that our passions are not our purpose and before you know it we forget why it was our passion in the first place.

What are passions and why are they not our purpose? Well our passions are the things that give us joy. The talents that we posses to not only enrich our lives, but the lives around us. Our light - Some have one, others have many. Some seem prominent and important while others are unfairly overlooked. How do we leave our mark in society? This is our passion. For me it’s my mediumship and empathic abilities. I’ve been using my empathic abilities far longer than I have my mediumship and I look back and see how much of a role it played in my life thus far. I have always been a confidant for many. Family, friends, and even strangers. Cashiers tend to just tell me their whole story the second I say “hello, how are you?” I was horrible in school, at church, in crowds. The energy overwhelmed me. It is incredibly hard to know things beyond what people show you, to feel past someone’s words and actions. I also come off as “snobby,” and “rude,” to many that don’t know me. The minute I walk into a place I am absorbing and observing. It has taken me a long time to control this part of me and I am still working on it. So if you see me and I look like I have a permanent case of RBF, please know I’m nicer than my face looks. I am dangerous around animals, I want them all! I really want a farm but I’m pretty sure my husband fears I will overwhelm him and our home with lots of big and dangerous animals. If I came face to face with a tiger I would inevitably try to cuddle it, watch out Carol Baskins. This is why my husband keeps me in the zoos and off the farms. For so long I ignored my passions and was searching for my purpose. I swore if I could just find my purpose I would have everything. Success, money, happiness. What is the magic formula for me that will make my life easy, free, and fun. Spoiler alert: IT DOESNT WORK LIKE THAT.

We begin our purpose the second our soul decides to come here. Before even conception we have our purpose, and every moment of our lives from the day we are born is fulfilling that purpose. Can you remember your childhood? Remember when you didn’t take the little things for granted? When you started a journey it wasn’t to get to the end, it was to enjoy every moment along the way. Scavenger hunts, hide and seek, a fresh trail in the woods, first snow of the winter. All of these things were magical, it didn’t matter how long it took, how dirty you got, or if the trail led nowhere. All that mattered was the fun you had exploring. This is our purpose. Now remember your first big fall, off your bike maybe? How about the first time your parents let you down, the first big fight with a sibling(shout out to my siblings, we used telephones and refrigerator doors as weapons!)? The first big mess up, maybe you lied about it, threw someone else under the bus? Your first rejection, first heartbreak, first time we just didn’t feel good enough. This is also our purpose. I have my passion, the light that I can share with the world. My purpose though, that’s so much bigger and just for me. Every moment of this life is a lesson, something learned and an opportunity to grow. That is my purpose. Not just to leave the world a better place than I found it but to leave with my soul being wiser than when I arrived.

So many times we strive to find this one “purpose”, to reach unrealistic milestones that blur our passions and completely rob us of our purpose. This hit me in a new way last night, I was watching YouTube with the hubs and we were watching videos of street performers. So many times we would be in awe of the talent, my husband would often say “now that is someone that should be famous!” I realized two things; talent doesn’t always equal opportunity and that fame and money don’t validate talent. I’d like to speak on that for a minute. Those people busting their ass in the subway or on the street corner are doing amazing things! Are they famous? No. Do they have tons of money? Probably not. Does this mean their passion and talent is any less important or valid? Absolutely not. Think of how many times in their life that this talent will help others. How many times will someone walk by and need to hear that song or that voice. How about that one person that sees their video and gets the chills? Maybe it inspires them to sing, or get up out of bed, or get past their heartache. Maybe it just allows them to feel when feeling is what they avoid. Maybe it gives new inspiration to a blog and a kickstart to another’s passion. Whatever it is, your passion has just become a stepping stone in someone else’s purpose. See, your passion isn’t your purpose but it will undoubtedly be part of someone else’s.

Far too many times we lose sight of these things, our ideas of success and purpose blur our vision and before you know it we are simply surviving and fighting and somehow forgetting to live. So how do we live? This is the energy I have to put out for the coming year. I would love to say that we will wake up and it will all be a distant memory. No more pandemic, isolation, and closures. That would be amazing, right? That I cant say, but I can say that we can still live, we can change the energy and the outlook of this life we are living. This is part of our purpose, good bad and ugly. We can be a product of our environment or we can let go of twisted ideals and be grateful for every day. Embrace our passions and allow them to manifest themselves the way they are meant to. If we take our talents and choose to use them for personal gain we will lose everything that made them our passion in the first place. Success is already given to you, you already own it, don’t let yourself get in the way of your purpose. If you feel unsuccessful look into that, why do you feel this way? What are you chasing? So many time we say “ if I had this much money, that many likes, this kind of home, that car.” This is success? Our purpose is to have everything our heart desires, truly desires. I’ve found that when you stop and see, truly be grateful for where you are, where you’re going becomes abundantly clear and available. Let go of living a life that’s appealing to others and live one that’s appealing to you. You define your success, you define your passion, and you deserve to live your purpose. I challenge you all to live this year, to let go of the negative and be grateful for everyday. To embrace your passions and know they make a difference one small moment at a time. Embrace others passions, they are embedded into your purpose. Learn, grow, love, and most importantly LIVE. I wish nothing but happiness and love for you in this coming year.

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