I was speaking with a group of women the other day that started their own company. The business is small – perhaps only two or three years old – but the success is undeniable. And while hearing these women talk about their company, about why they started it and what they hoped to achieve through it, I couldn’t help but feel as if a sense of myself was missing something imperative.
You have to understand, though, it wasn’t in an envious way. My dreams didn’t feel small in comparison to theirs. No, it wasn’t like that at all. The only way I can think to explain the situation is this:
In that moment, I realized that I was lacking my mission. If I had began my journey toward higher goals with a purpose, a “remember why you started,” a reason why, then I had mistakenly forgotten it.
The truth is: when it came to what I wanted to do, I always felt pretty lost. I knew I wanted to be something –someone who made an impact. But I never really had enough courage to admit my dreams to anyone. And now, for the first time ever, I feel like I’m exactly where I need to be. I finally have a sense of clarity, and know the steps that I have to take in order to get to where I’m going.
Yet for me, with this newfound assurance, came a bit too much comfort. I started making decisions because I could directly see results. And I’m not going to lie to you – I liked these results! So much so that I started to crave the result itself.
I did things –whether it was portray myself in a certain light or compromise what I stood for – for the glory of temporary success. I didn’t necessarily do them because I believed in it or because it was to serve an authentic purpose. I especially wasn’t doing it for the glory of God.
And it wasn’t until I was sitting face-to-face with women who did nothing but defend their mission, and glow in response to their purpose that I realized that I had forgotten that. On that road to searching for more from life coupled with the instant gratification of small successes, I had forgotten how and why I was even there.
Now, I don’t want this to be a sad story. I don’t want you to have gotten to the end of all of this (and kuddos to you! For getting to the end of all of this) feeling empty or sorry because you think that I feel empty. It’s actually quite the contrary. I wanted to write this story – in all of its realness and in everything that is raw – because I want us to remember why we started.
It’s an amazing thing to know what we want in this life. Some people spend their entire lives trying to figure it out. But through everything – whether it’s reveling in our success or in spite of a crushing defeat – we have to remember why we started this journey to begin with. We have to remember our purpose, our reason why. Because if we don’t, we’re allowing our souls to drink from a short supply to fuel an unquenchable thirst.
If we remember why we started, no matter what happens, we can always come back to that. We can always find comfort or joy or strength through knowing that not only are we here for a purpose, but we live and breathe and strive for that purpose every single day.
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