To the stay at home wife. To the stay at home parent who just sent their youngest to kindergarten. To the new empty nester or the newly retired. To anyone who has recently acquired huge amounts of time to spend freely. Maybe you’re left a little shocked thinking, “Now what? What do I do with all of this time? I don’t want to waste it. I want it to mean something. I want it to have a purpose. I want to have a purpose.”
Anyone can have these thought processes – this pull to live a life that is both purposeful to others and self-fulfilling, including those whose free time is sparse. I did as a full-time student. I did when I worked full-time. When I acquired more free time as a stay-at-home-wife, this pull, these questions can become more urgent.
And so I searched. I did yoga. I volunteered. I got more involved in the community hoping that with all of this action and exposure something would “click” or “feel right”. I prayed. I hired a life coach. I meditated. And finally, I came across this book – “The Art of Work” by Jeff Goins.
It acknowledged my need to find my calling. It expressed my same inkling that “there must be more to life than this”. It put into words my desire to be better. And then it made me think by stating, “A calling is what you have when you look back at your life and make sense of what it’s been trying to teach you all along.”
Something I hadn’t yet tried – looking back at my own life for answers. It started making sense to me. I read on. More affirmations. I grabbed a pen and paper to write down examples of those big paving stones that life laid before me starting back in grade school. For me? The answer was and is writing. A few friends and even my life coach had suggested that I blog, but what would I write about? Who would actually read it? It was this book that gave me the courage to take action regardless of what the answers might be.
Writing has opened up a whole new world to me both internally and externally. It’s what I want to do with my limited spare time (thank God for naptime!). It’s what I think about. It’s what I can’t not do. It’s fun. It’s fulfilling. My Facebook and Instagram posts? An extension of my writing. My blog? Releasing what bubbling inside waiting to surface. Journaling? Connection to God. Connection to Self. The likes, the clicks, the shares? They’re fun byproducts, but they’re not the motivation behind my writing. That motivation comes from within.
If you too are searching? I don’t know what your answer will be. Maybe this book will help you to discover it. Once you do find it? Act act and act again. Don’t put it on a shelf to admire it. Use it. Get messy with it. Explore and expand with it. Play with it. Learn from it. I’d tell you to have fun with it, but that will be a given.