I read a tidbit today in the lunchroom in a Prevention magazine. Who knows where they got it, but the important thing is it got me thinking. They said that people who feel a sense of purpose in life are less likely to get Alzheimers.
And I started to think of my purpose, and couldn't really nail it. I don't have kids, so it isn't that. My job is something I enjoy, but I don't feel it's a real mission. I love my dog, but there are lots of dogs that need help. Certainly my whole purpose in life doesn't revolve around Corky. He'll be gone looooooong before I am, God willing.
I was surprised that I couldn't identify my purpose. And I realize that I have a lot of philanthropic/service/community-building kinds of INTERESTS, but don't really take action on them. DH is a little more cautious than I am in how he invests his time, and I have let a lot of that rub off on me, to the point where I never act on my ideas anymore. But before, I was going the other way, and stressing out all the time over my commitments!
Hmmm. What do you think about "purpose" in life? Can you articulate your own purpose readily?