From “The Purpose of Your Life” by Carol Adrienne:
“At this moment, you are in a stage of your developing purpose, and you are not off track, no matter how blocked you currently feel. Your calling has already made itself known through what motivates you (past and present), what attracts you, what you resist, and what frustrates you. Your calling may have made a brief appearance between the ages of three and eight, or revealed itself in adolescence through a sudden interest. Your calling can also be glimpsed in what you admire in others. It can be seen in those abilities you have that you don’t even think are special.”
I feel so strongly that successful manifestation is linked to one’s life’s purpose that I want to explore that subject more. Do you feel like you are living a purposeful life? Do you feel you exist for a reason, that you can make a difference by following your purpose?
Like most people, you may just live. You get up, go to work or school, run errands, come home, eat, watch TV and go to bed. On the weekends you may do something a little different or even a little special. You have a job that pays the bills and may even have a profession for which you studied and for which you possess special skills and training, but the activity that earns a living may not be your true purpose, your passion.
Of course, what you do for a living could be your life’s purpose. If you feel passionate about what you do, no matter how trivial the world may judge your work, if you feel you are making a difference and that what you do fulfills a strong need within you, your work may very well be your passion. If so, consider yourself lucky. Most likely you identified your purpose at a fairly young age and were able to pursue it through education or work experience. Or, maybe you tried other careers before you landed in the one that felt purposeful and meaningful. Either way, you are fortunate to be there.
Or, perhaps, you lost track of what may have seemed like a purpose when you were young. Adults and even other children may have ridiculed your passion. If your passion is unusual or does not seem likely to produce a viable living, others will negatively judge it, cruelly make fun of it or steer you away from it. Often these are well-meaning adults who urge you to choose a livelihood that will provide a decent salary and allow you to live their idea of a typical “successful” adult life.
Life itself may have gotten you off track. You assumed unexpected responsibilities due to financial difficulties, poor health, an accident, the death of a parent, an early marriage or an expected pregnancy or many other possible detours from your path. Or, are those events really detours? Perhaps your dream was put on hold so you can further your education - not a school education, but the education of life. Maybe you needed these experiences to gain the knowledge to one day reunite with your passion.
In Carol Adrienne’s book “Find Your Purpose, Change Your Life”, she gives many exercises to help you identify your passion and just as the quote in the beginning of this post says, that passion most likely revealed itself at a young age. When I use her workbook to identify my purpose, the answers always have to do with writing, reading and books - all passions that I originally discovered in my childhood. I remember in my second grade class the students were divided into three groups by our reading skills. I was in the middle group. We read boring stories about Spot and Jane and Tom - no plot, no humor - and I was bored and completely uninterested in reading. Half way through the year we were allowed to start checking books out of the school library and that is when I discovered Dr. Suess and Curious George and so many other fabulous children’s books that actually were interesting and funny! I read and read and soon moved up to the first reading group and very quickly became the second best reader in my class. I felt passionate about reading and still do.
My mother died when I was an infant and through most of my childhood my older sister and I did all the housework on Saturdays. When I was about nine my job was to dust while my older sister vacuumed. One Saturday, she finished her work and left me to do mine while she went to a neighbor’s house. I was dusting my father’s bookshelves as I always did, when, for the first time, I actually started looking at the books, reading the titles, shuffling through the pages. One of his books was “The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”. I sat on the floor with my back against the bookcase and read poem after poem until I reached “A Psalm of Life”:
A PSALM OF LIFE
WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST
TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
By the time my sister returned home, I had completely memorized the poem. She was incensed that I was “lazing around” and did not complete my work. She later told my father who gruffly interrogated me on what I chose to do when I was supposed to be dusting. I told him I was reading the poems of Longfellow in his book. He wrinkled his brow in disbelief. Who ever heard of a nine-year-old willingly reading Longfellow? My sister called me a liar, but then I started reciting “A Psalm of Life”. Complete silence followed my recitation. My father, an avid reader and lover of literature, actually praised me for my memorization of that poem, much to my sister’s dismay, and he allowed me to take that collection of poems as well a book of Wadsworth’s poems to my room so I could read them whenever I wanted. That day I discovered a passion for poetry and literature beyond childhood books.
During the same year, I was reading “Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm” when I noticed the lyrical titles of the chapters and imagined them as titles of poems. I spent the afternoon writing a poem for each chapter title - I believe there were nine or ten of them. And, that is how I discovered that I could write poetry. In fifth and sixth grades I excelled at all forms of writing - poetry, essays, stories. By then I knew my passion was the written word and I intended to be a writer. But, life got in the way. I was told that writers rarely can support themselves with their craft, that writing as a professional was impractical. I adjusted my dream a little and went to college to become a teacher, figuring I would write on the side. Due to financial problems I never finished school. Needing to support myself I worked at whatever jobs I could get. I married and still needed to keep working. I found I had a knack for bookkeeping and found my niche in the business world doing that and eventually came to establish my own bookkeeping service. I like what I do, but cannot say that I am passionate about it.
After getting married and all during my 20's, I continued to write - a little bit - poems for my husband or for friends on their birthdays. Back then we still wrote letters and I could write a darn good letter! But, by my 30's the writing stopped. I still read, but I veered away from literature and poetry and spent my time on best-sellers. I not only lost my passion for the written word, but for life in general. As I have undergone great changes in the last nine years, my passion for life has returned and with it my love of the written word. Slowly I’ve been reacquainting myself with writing and that has led to this blog.
One way to identify your purpose, your passion is to think of the one activity that makes you lose all track of time. The one thing you love to do, or once loved to do, that makes you feel as if time is standing still. Writing does that for me. And now I am using my writing to activate my newer passion of Manifesting Mount Dora!
Many people have not found a way to turn their passion into a living and some prefer that their passion not become as ordinary as a method to pay the bills. I don’t make a living writing and that is okay for now. Maybe some day I will, but for today I enjoy exercising my passion this way. What is your passion, your purpose? Are you living it in some fashion right now? If not, can you find a way to incorporate your passion into your present life? Try and see how much happier you will be.
“At this moment, you are in a stage of your developing purpose, and you are not off track, no matter how blocked you currently feel. Your calling has already made itself known through what motivates you (past and present), what attracts you, what you resist, and what frustrates you. Your calling may have made a brief appearance between the ages of three and eight, or revealed itself in adolescence through a sudden interest. Your calling can also be glimpsed in what you admire in others. It can be seen in those abilities you have that you don’t even think are special.”
I feel so strongly that successful manifestation is linked to one’s life’s purpose that I want to explore that subject more. Do you feel like you are living a purposeful life? Do you feel you exist for a reason, that you can make a difference by following your purpose?
Like most people, you may just live. You get up, go to work or school, run errands, come home, eat, watch TV and go to bed. On the weekends you may do something a little different or even a little special. You have a job that pays the bills and may even have a profession for which you studied and for which you possess special skills and training, but the activity that earns a living may not be your true purpose, your passion.
Of course, what you do for a living could be your life’s purpose. If you feel passionate about what you do, no matter how trivial the world may judge your work, if you feel you are making a difference and that what you do fulfills a strong need within you, your work may very well be your passion. If so, consider yourself lucky. Most likely you identified your purpose at a fairly young age and were able to pursue it through education or work experience. Or, maybe you tried other careers before you landed in the one that felt purposeful and meaningful. Either way, you are fortunate to be there.
Or, perhaps, you lost track of what may have seemed like a purpose when you were young. Adults and even other children may have ridiculed your passion. If your passion is unusual or does not seem likely to produce a viable living, others will negatively judge it, cruelly make fun of it or steer you away from it. Often these are well-meaning adults who urge you to choose a livelihood that will provide a decent salary and allow you to live their idea of a typical “successful” adult life.
Life itself may have gotten you off track. You assumed unexpected responsibilities due to financial difficulties, poor health, an accident, the death of a parent, an early marriage or an expected pregnancy or many other possible detours from your path. Or, are those events really detours? Perhaps your dream was put on hold so you can further your education - not a school education, but the education of life. Maybe you needed these experiences to gain the knowledge to one day reunite with your passion.
In Carol Adrienne’s book “Find Your Purpose, Change Your Life”, she gives many exercises to help you identify your passion and just as the quote in the beginning of this post says, that passion most likely revealed itself at a young age. When I use her workbook to identify my purpose, the answers always have to do with writing, reading and books - all passions that I originally discovered in my childhood. I remember in my second grade class the students were divided into three groups by our reading skills. I was in the middle group. We read boring stories about Spot and Jane and Tom - no plot, no humor - and I was bored and completely uninterested in reading. Half way through the year we were allowed to start checking books out of the school library and that is when I discovered Dr. Suess and Curious George and so many other fabulous children’s books that actually were interesting and funny! I read and read and soon moved up to the first reading group and very quickly became the second best reader in my class. I felt passionate about reading and still do.
My mother died when I was an infant and through most of my childhood my older sister and I did all the housework on Saturdays. When I was about nine my job was to dust while my older sister vacuumed. One Saturday, she finished her work and left me to do mine while she went to a neighbor’s house. I was dusting my father’s bookshelves as I always did, when, for the first time, I actually started looking at the books, reading the titles, shuffling through the pages. One of his books was “The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”. I sat on the floor with my back against the bookcase and read poem after poem until I reached “A Psalm of Life”:
A PSALM OF LIFE
WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST
TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
By the time my sister returned home, I had completely memorized the poem. She was incensed that I was “lazing around” and did not complete my work. She later told my father who gruffly interrogated me on what I chose to do when I was supposed to be dusting. I told him I was reading the poems of Longfellow in his book. He wrinkled his brow in disbelief. Who ever heard of a nine-year-old willingly reading Longfellow? My sister called me a liar, but then I started reciting “A Psalm of Life”. Complete silence followed my recitation. My father, an avid reader and lover of literature, actually praised me for my memorization of that poem, much to my sister’s dismay, and he allowed me to take that collection of poems as well a book of Wadsworth’s poems to my room so I could read them whenever I wanted. That day I discovered a passion for poetry and literature beyond childhood books.
During the same year, I was reading “Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm” when I noticed the lyrical titles of the chapters and imagined them as titles of poems. I spent the afternoon writing a poem for each chapter title - I believe there were nine or ten of them. And, that is how I discovered that I could write poetry. In fifth and sixth grades I excelled at all forms of writing - poetry, essays, stories. By then I knew my passion was the written word and I intended to be a writer. But, life got in the way. I was told that writers rarely can support themselves with their craft, that writing as a professional was impractical. I adjusted my dream a little and went to college to become a teacher, figuring I would write on the side. Due to financial problems I never finished school. Needing to support myself I worked at whatever jobs I could get. I married and still needed to keep working. I found I had a knack for bookkeeping and found my niche in the business world doing that and eventually came to establish my own bookkeeping service. I like what I do, but cannot say that I am passionate about it.
After getting married and all during my 20's, I continued to write - a little bit - poems for my husband or for friends on their birthdays. Back then we still wrote letters and I could write a darn good letter! But, by my 30's the writing stopped. I still read, but I veered away from literature and poetry and spent my time on best-sellers. I not only lost my passion for the written word, but for life in general. As I have undergone great changes in the last nine years, my passion for life has returned and with it my love of the written word. Slowly I’ve been reacquainting myself with writing and that has led to this blog.
One way to identify your purpose, your passion is to think of the one activity that makes you lose all track of time. The one thing you love to do, or once loved to do, that makes you feel as if time is standing still. Writing does that for me. And now I am using my writing to activate my newer passion of Manifesting Mount Dora!
Many people have not found a way to turn their passion into a living and some prefer that their passion not become as ordinary as a method to pay the bills. I don’t make a living writing and that is okay for now. Maybe some day I will, but for today I enjoy exercising my passion this way. What is your passion, your purpose? Are you living it in some fashion right now? If not, can you find a way to incorporate your passion into your present life? Try and see how much happier you will be.
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