Hi Reader,

Something happens this time of year that I don't think we talk about enough. The calendar shifts. Summer starts. Kids come home, or they don't. Plans change. Life rearranges itself again, and you find yourself standing in the middle of it thinking, okay, now what? Nothing is wrong exactly. It's just different.

That particular kind of still that settles in after a season ends, or a chapter closes, or the house gets a little bit louder or a little bit emptier than it was before. I know that feeling really well.

A few years ago I was sitting inside a season of loss and transition that I did not have the words for. My mom. My dog Molly. My boys leaving for college. It all hit at once, and I needed somewhere to put all of it. I didn't go looking for a purpose. I just needed an outlet.

So I started writing. Then I started wondering if writing could become something more. I took a course. I started learning how to build a blog from scratch, with zero experience, figuring it out one confusing step at a time. Here's what I didn't expect. I fell completely in love with it.

So much so, that time flew when I was working on it. It certainly didn't feel like "work", even though it was. It made me think, oh. So this is what people mean when they talk about finding something that's just theirs. Is it a roaring success yet?

Nope, not yet. But I show up for it every single day anyway, because it fills something that needed filling. That's what I think purpose actually feels like when you find it.

You might be looking for that too.

That's what this week's post is about. Not blogging specifically, but that feeling of longing for something that is just yours after so much has changed. What it looks like to follow that one small feeling, even when you have no idea where it leads.

If this kind of thought is sitting with you right now, I think this one will feel familiar. Read this week's post: How to Find Purpose When You Don't Know Who You Are Anymore​

You don't have to have it figured out. You don't have to know what your thing is yet. You just have to be willing to notice what makes time disappear. What makes you forget to check your phone. What makes you feel, even for a little while, like yourself again.

That's not nothing. That's the beginning.

Have a great weekend,

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