Can “Purpose” Just BE?
What do I want to do with this?
Hmm… Good question.
I wanted to “just write” but I’m not quite sure what that means anymore.
I’ve enjoyed getting a lot of this “out”. Especially with how much lighter and stronger I feel just clearing my mind semi-artfully (and publicly). I used to judge Facebook-whiners, airing their dirty laundry for all to see.
Jesus, keep that shit to yourself, I thought.
Now, I don’t care anymore.
Maybe it’s a testament to mortality. Maybe it’s reaching that point in your life where you just don’t care anymore. Sure, sometimes it’s done for attention, but I’ll give others the benefit of the doubt and say it’s simply not caring. Caring, but not. Does that make sense?
I know if I stay down the “stories of the past” road, I risk altering my normally cheery mood — seriously, I’m a smiley, happy person most of the time. But it was definitely something I needed to do for me.
I’ve gotten several texts and emails from family, friends, and complete strangers commending me on my musings, but I haven’t quite decided if it’s a good thing to continue doing. (At least consistently, that is.)
When I started this blog, I just wanted to write about whatever I wanted to write about. I have my business — Goff Creative — for the more focused, business-specific stuff. With this blog I just wanted to let my creativity flow.
Then it turned into kind of a downer… I just needed to get all that shit out, but where do you go from there? Do you violently pivot into something else?
Well, I like Makeup and Skincare and planning, planners, now bullet journaling, singing, family, doodling, drawing, writing, blah blah blah. I like a lot of stuff.
So, LifeViaSara was supposed to be something I could write about whatever I wanted to. But I also didn’t want it to become a “lifestyle blog”. Because, really, who would want to live like me? I write to get out of it… or just to get it out of me.
I guess it’s back to the drawing board.
Everything’s gotta have a purpose now…
I've got nothing of value today. Only anger. I've been killing myself for years, and my body has done the best it can…medium.com