I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.
And believe it or not, it has nothing to do with fashion, shopping or decorating my home. For some reason, out of the blue, I’ve really been thinking about my purpose.
My purpose as a mom, a wife, a friend, a writer.
I’ve had a lot of people close to me pass away over the years, and with each time, each funeral I attend, I find myself wondering what will be said about me when it’s my time. What kind of a legacy will I have left behind?
But how can I leave a legacy if I’m not living my life with a purpose?
My days seem to just go by, one right after another, and at times I feel like I’m not doing much with what God has given me. Am I making a difference in my kids life? In my friends? With my writing? With strangers that I meet? Am I living life with a purpose in mind, or am I just living?
(I know, I go deep, huh? It happens, don’t act so surprised. I am an aspiring writer after all!)
Anyway, all this pondering has brought up some stuff. There is so much that keeps replaying in my head and weighing on my heart. In order to make sense of it all, I think I’m going to spend the next week writing about it.
It’s time to get vulnerable. I want to get to a deeper place in my life (and my writing), and in order to do so, I guess sometimes I have to get uncomfortable.
What I’m going to share is going to be humbling, and at times even embarrassing. But, it’s been on my heart all week to do this, and I know it will only benefit me (and hopefully one of you) in the end.
I’m calling it the Legacy of Love.
Part 1: tomorrow.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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I look forward to the sharing – it is hard to be vulnerable, but I also believe it is the only path to growth.
Good sharing and may it lead you to where you need to go.
i always liken writing to going down to a mine with a pick and i scrape and i pick and i dig, until i feel the words start to flow… and when they start to flow… i feel as if i’ve hit what i call a “true vein”…its an old scar, an old wound, an old hurt, an old fear…or maybe not so old sometimes… and i deliberately go into these dark places… a pick at old scabs metaphorically… until i can make some of them bleed… writing well is not comfortable and it is painful and it does require you to go to places in yourself you’d really rather not… good luck to you on your journey… i’ll be reading :).
I really enjoy reading what you have to say – I think you’re an incredibly eloquent writer, so I’m really looking forward to this week’s upcoming post. And kudos for you for stepping out a ledge a bit.
Good for you Summer! I often have times where I feel that way, I still don’t think I’ve figured things out, but I look forward to hearing how your progress! Take care, big Hugs!
Mommy in Pink
It is normal to feel that way. Actually I have already told Dave that when I pass I want him to play AlGreene’s “Aint No Sunshine”…..yea….really depressing
Deep thinking is good for you. It is nice to have a purpose in life, something that calls to you and gives your life meaning.
I’m still trying to figure mine out.
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Some of my very best writing comes from deep and raw emotion. Can’t wait to see what you have to say!
Writing can be so cathartic. I hope it goes well for you and that when you hit ‘publish’ on your blog, that you are truly ready to share.
We are your listening friends.
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