Finding one’s purpose

In my early fifties, I spent years in dismal dismay, scratching around in search of my purpose. Prior to this, I seemed to be caught in the blissful raptural ignorance of youth.

Being fortunate to have a supportive line manager, I took full advantage of personality testing and coaching. Even though the purpose remained elusive, calls to the Universe for insight and inspiration were released.

Significant changes to career, house, and home state proved to be the catalyst of self realisation. The act of job seeking necessitated repetitive review, refinement, and honing of one’s resumé, cover letter, and application. This led to a need to identify the goals of the 30 plus roles, performed to date. The list was prioritised and filtered according to length of tenure. This drew together and consolidated many threads, distilling them into a single purpose.

The result, service to others. I do this by engaging problem solving, creativity, authenticity, and time management skills.

15 thoughts on “Finding one’s purpose

    • Thank you, Larry. I read a few years ago we live in a time of volatility, uncertainty, complexity, and ambiguity. It’s no wonder there is so much confusion.

  1. As a former colleague and direct report, I wanted to add that I always saw this quality in you. Thank you for being an amazing supporter and particularly for giving me my first push into management. You were the one who said “you can do it”, before I believed in myself. Thank you.

  2. Finding one’s purpose is at the heart of Jungian psychology.
    I remember my first shrink saying if I was lucky I would spend 6 months with him but the rest of my life working on my purpose.
    good luck with yours

  3. I re-read your post and think about my very artistic son who is now 44 and always searching for his purpose here as well as his sense of worth. It saddens me, then I read your post and am reminded we are on a journey of twists and turns and if you fly by the seat of your pants as I have for the last 20 years since the wreck you learn a lot but are never truly settled. So glad I have the garden club and now painting but on the road it was so much easier to just work so hard you had no time to think.

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