It’s my birthday Tuesday and I will be 44. I always take some time to self-reflect this time of year. Ask myself the hard questions like, how am I doing? Am I where I want to be? Am I who I want to be? How has this year been? What do I need to work on?
Nothing in my life has worked out as planned except maybe graduating college and getting pregnant. I meant to be an Actress, I meant to be a Rockstar, I meant to be rich and famous. None of that has happened. A spiritual teaching I learned many years ago is that my mind’s eye is limited. Therefore, it MAY BE that whatever is in store for me could end up being quite different than what I wanted or dreamed and that it was going to be OK. Perfectly imperfect.
I planned to have natural childbirth, no drugs. After 18 hours of labor, that didn’t happen. I planned to give birth, start working out again, go back to my job and band and keep it rolling. Get a record deal, carry the baby in the guitar case. Instead, I gave birth and my heart cracked open and I changed completely and unexpectedly. I held my son and thought, I don’t care about anything but this. Since this big change was not in my plans, I was so disappointed in myself. I had no Plan B. I ditched the band, quit the job, moved cross country to be closer to my family, got pregnant again, got divorced, changed careers. All the while staying true to my instincts and learning to listen.
In those years of intense change, I learned not to be so pig-headed. I learned to listen to people when they shared their experiences and cautioned me against certain decisions. I used to assume that when people gave me advice, they were projecting. That they didn’t know me. That I knew better. I never had a Plan B because to create one would have meant allowing the possibility of failure.
I was humbled out of that mindset when I became a Mother. I became one with humanity in a whole new way and I no longer felt like an alien. I am a Mother, one of millions just trying to raise good humans.
That’s how I found my purpose.
For these years, with children under my roof, I am clear on what I am doing. It isn’t what I thought it would be like and I love it. I don’t know what my purpose will become once they are on their own and no longer need the same guidance, financial support and care. I am confident I will have a new purpose and I will be happy with a new direction. These years are precious though. They matter a whole lot.
I used to wonder how people who had all the money in the world could be so unhappy. Who am I kidding? I still do. Maybe some struggle for self-reliance and forced resourcefulness really does build character. I say, if you don’t know what your purpose is figure it out! Keep looking until you find it. Even the search for your purpose is a worthwhile quest. I can honestly say I am grateful things didn’t work out like I planned. It’s all perfect. Perfectly imperfect.