The day after Christmas can be a let-down. But I am filled with renewed optimism for the remaining days of this year and for the new year. Finding my voice in this blog has awakened my love of writing. My writing for publication has had a rocky road this past year.
A hip replacement, numerous rejections, and other disappointments sometimes derailed me, but this blog, with a few days' exception, was a constant.
More than the writing, though, is an awareness of what I know, what I feel, what I believe. Even after (many) decades of living, I frequently wonder what my purpose here on earth is. What is it I'm supposed to be doing? What is it I'm supposed to be learning? Writing about what I know is true is confirmation that I do have a purpose, even when I sometimes get lost along the way.
This I know for sure: each of us has a purpose. Each of us must fulfill our measure of creation.