What if your purpose isn't something you do?

Fair warning, this one’s filled with more questions than answers.

Hello Darlings,

Motherhood is an enormous part of who I am, but it’s not all that I am.

As I finally emerge from the newborn trenches, I find myself seeking clarity around purpose outside of motherhood.

So when a dear friend who knows I like the woo referred me to Leon Lewis, I knew I had to book a soul session with him.

On the day of our reading, I honestly was a bit of a wreck. I had been ruminating all day on purpose and spirituality, and though I was excited, I also felt a vague sense of trepidation. The stakes were real, and you simply can’t unhear some things.

What if this clarifies everything? Or worse, what if I’m on the wrong path entirely?

I couldn’t help but catastrophize just a smidge. You know, as one does.

All antsy, I bounced on my workout ball in our sitting room before placing Adeline in her carrier once again. I tidied my desk and sipped my tea before FaceTiming Leon, trying to calm my nervous energy.

I won’t go into the whole reading, because quite frankly, that was for me. But a few moments hit me like a frying pan.

Chief among them was how deeply it rang true when he said that even I’ve never really seen myself clearly. Ouch. A gut punch and a powerful recognition happening at the same time is truly an odd sensation, let me tell you.

But what’s more, we kept coming back to the idea that I am meant to raise others up by just being me. Just seeing others where they are and loving them there. A simple offering of permission slips if you will.

It feels shockingly simple, too simple. And somehow also such a tall order that I’m not sure I can achieve it. How can I inspire people just by being me?

That’s a seriously tough one to integrate.

Why did these particular insights stay with me? Because as I sat with them, the way I felt revealed a whole heck of a lot about my relationship to purpose.

Mainly, I’m clearly still grappling with mine. Perhaps now more than ever. I mean, I wrote a memoir, became a mother twice, and am finally finding my footing as a writer, and I still don’t have a neat and tidy answer for what my purpose truly is.

What do you do when your purpose isn’t a straight answer? When you dig deep and you find more questions than answers. What do you do when all the self-trust in the world is still there, but uncertainty lingers? The mystery remains.

Then someone tells you that your purpose is simply how you are meant to move through the world. It's the way you are supposed to show up rather than a job title or identity.

Maybe purpose can’t be defined by something you do, like writing, for example. Maybe it’s how you make people feel when you are with them and the intention you bring.

If you're willing to explore these questions with me, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

With humble gratitude,

KRW

"Find out who you are and do it on purpose. And do it with purpose. You got to know who you are because so many people try to emulate or copy somebody else."

— Dolly Parton (1946-2026)

ICYMI: My Version of A Nancy Meyers Kitchen!

Speaking of making meaning in the ordinary...

In the midst of all this existential pondering, I’ve been thinking a lot about the way we choose to move through the world. Because I’m not juggling enough lately, I decided to recreate the magic of a Nancy Meyers kitchen on an ordinary Saturday afternoon.

It was every bit as messy and enchanting as I hoped.

Maybe that’s part of living a life of intention: committing to make something meaningful on purpose. I shared what happened in my recent article for FoodFamilyTravel. And since this is my fifth piece, without hesitation, I feel like I can now proudly claim myself as a contributor.

Read the full article here: “I’ve Always Wanted a Nancy Meyers Kitchen”

Thank you to Christianne Klein for continuing to give my writing such a lovely home. Please follow FoodFamilyTravel on Instagram, Facebook, and TikTok for more.

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