In the name of documenting my journey, the good and the bad, as I struggle to identify a purpose for this next chapter of life, this is another day hoping for progress towards a new purpose, renewed meaning. Two steps forward, 5 or 10 back. Very much on my mind that what’s on my mind is of no import.
(Double checking usage of the last phrase, I saw that “of no import” is used currently by people who want to make their writing sound more sophisticated or in fiction to make a character seem pompous. Yikes! Note to self: don’t use the phrase “of no import” ever again.)
But seriously, what I want is not important and what I’m able to do is minimal. My opinions won’t influence and as I attempt to contribute love and encouragement to our world, does it still count when there aren’t any recipients? Is this blog just shouting in the wind?
Reminding myself that purpose gives me a reason to keep going, I need to not stop the search. It would be easier to slide, but better for my mental health to persist. Terrible brain fog and fatigue today along with crying, but maybe tomorrow I’ll feel more optimistic.