One year ago I decided to start this blog. It was going to be a way that I processed the death of my husband and found my way to a new life…my purpose for continuing to live.
Today I find myself sitting here to record some recent thoughts…about purpose – specifically mine.
I’m not sure that my thoughts have gelled just yet – more like still a work in progress – but here they are.
Maybe my life is to be lived alone, not in a permanent relationship with a man…or woman, for that matter. Maybe it is to be connected singularly to G-d. (I mean, there was the “nun” episode in my life.)
Maybe it is to be a caretaker of my environment, opening it to others (AirBnB).
My desire to travel to see the world is shrinking as is my desire to go out to all these leather conferences and runs. Yes, I would still like to travel, but I so enjoy coming home to my quiet way of life. Yes, I enjoy the conferences and runs…but after being around so many exuberant people, I need the quiet of my lifestyle at home.
I enjoy meeting people. I enjoy a really good conversation. Equally, I enjoy books and good TV shows. I like music – all kinds – different kinds for different purposes.
Maybe my purpose in life is to live gently.
Feathers of My Mind 