I wonder if I have ever defined my sense of purpose. I don't know that I have. My boyfriend took me to a fundraising dinner for the Center for Grief, Loss, and Transition tonight, and we spoke about the possibility for music therapy to be utilized in this organization. This is an exciting prospect, but one that I will let incubate for a few more weeks.
Another piece of our conversation centered around purpose, and our own senses of it. I am going to take this opportunity to define mine, as it stands today: My purpose is to find ways to serve and to help other people, using my unique musical talents and abilities as well as my capabilities to identify and acknowledge characteristics of others that need be lauded as well as developed. I am fascinated by people and the systems in which they survive.
There. There's a change for me: I defined my purpose for the first time in a long time, if not ever.
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