Do you ever lie awake in bed in the wee hours wondering: what's my purpose? Sometimes, I do. Then, my aunt brought me a packet and news of a teleseminar entitled, "What's My Purpose? A Journey of Personal and Professional Growth."
Yes, it was actually as hokey as you can possibly imagine. Do you know what "passion" really means? No, it has nothing to do with etymology of the word; rather, you find the hidden meaning by PASS-I-ON. Your purpose is about gracing the world with the true essence of yourself. Now we all need to bow before the Oprah altar. The package and the part of the call I listened to made giggle and want to argue. It was so utterly ridiculous. Wait, that's not genius; that's a cliche. It was as my aunt said, it's a crap shoot as to whether something will be worth one's while. And, all said, it was entertaining.
And, I got my eyebrows assessed by a professional today. Apparently, they're lovely but need a lot of work (that would require me to pay her money, hmm). I came home and plucked them myself.
I've edited two pieces today-- it's a lot of work but fun. There are several pieces I want to work on: one about an old woman and a lottery ticket but I don't know the punch line yet (fiction). One about the Rosary(musings/reflection). One about the lack of intergenerational engagement-- our little decade ghettos (opinion/fact). A haiku dedicated to Wendell Berry. And, some other stuff. This list is to eliminate any doubts, I'm a dilettante if nothing else.
I'm off to sip some wine and read my Sunday school lesson. Nobody likes a slacker.
P.S. I'm digging Madonna's Hard Candy.
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