I was cleaning out my desk drawers last Sunday afternoon when I found it – a letter I’d written to myself five years ago about what I thought my purpose...
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I spent all of last summer wondering if I’d completely wasted the last decade of my life. Not an exaggeration. Every morning I’d stare at the ceiling fan in my...
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I spent three entire years of my life doing what everyone else thought I should. Marketing degree, corporate job, sensible apartment, responsible savings account. Checked all the boxes. And I...
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The morning I found my purpose started like any other Tuesday. Coffee in hand, scrolling mindlessly through my phone, that familiar empty feeling in my chest. I had a good...
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