In the kitchen, you won’t find screens vying for our attention. We’re talking. We’re laughing. We’re listening to what at least one of us insists is good music. We’re bonded by a shared experience and a common purpose.
What is the goal of doing the laundry? The immediate goal is to turn dirty clothes back to clean clothes. But the further goal–the more important goal–is to have my family ready for the day or the occasion. And being ready for the day or occasion is about the even more important goal of being happy people who live flourishing lives.
I got caught up in purpose being defined as “making a difference with big impact.” For me, I was always comparing my purpose to being a doctor’s purpose of saving lives. I needed my purpose to be big, powerful and life changing. Well, I had it all wrong. I wasn’t meant to be a doctor and to save lives, at least not in that specific way. That wasn’t the purpose God had for me.
It’s that time of year, when the “new year, new me” posts come out of the floodgates, full of optimism and vision. It’s not to say that these aspirations might eventually become hopeless, but you wonder if behind all of these fabulous goals exists an actual plan to get the job done.
I have found the most clarity, peace and happiness in moments of silence when I have the opportunity to take a self-inventory of my current status in life. When I can really look deep inside and ask myself: What defines me?