Your calling: Try not to hang up
I saw a beautiful rotary dial telephone in Spain and it inspired me to want to write a verse or two. But when I met the blank page, no words I loved made it out of my head.
There was, though, this other thought about the different calls; the calls we miss and our callings in life. That thought got me further thinking, what is even one’s true calling? And, how do we know it is it, once we “figure it out”? Can we trust that feeling?
Because I left my comfort zone long ago, crossed continents, climbed up hundreds of stairs, changed my hair, learned new languages, shifted my mindset, switched careers.
Lost some sleep, lots of sleep, gave second chances, bent my ego for wrong ones, tried walking in many people’s shoes at the same time as mine.
I’ve volunteered, I’ve advocated for the good, chose to be on the good side of humankind all my history.
Wrote some things, acted a little, danced a lot, shared my education with little ones. And even though all of these have given me happiness and fulfillment at times, my true calling in life seems hard to find.
One thing I am sure of is that I’m the writer I want to be; passionate and free to be my authentic self in every word I bleed.
Maybe that is one of my reasons to get up in the morning — or maybe, it’s the desire to find what more I can be. So far that works for me.
What do you think is your purpose?
