For years I waited for my purpose. What would I be contributing to the world? I tried many different things but nothing made me feel complete. Many years ago I started writing a novel. This was before the cloud. I got fifty percent completed with the project when my computer crashed and I lost it all. I did have it on a thumb drive but that disappeared.
It destroyed me, mentally. I did not put pen to paper or rather keyboard to Microsoft Word for a very long time. Instead, I tried photography. My father was a well-known photographer in California and very talented. However, it wasn’t the right place for me.
I was lost. I started to wonder if I had any purpose in this life besides being married, having three children, and paying taxes.
We had been living in the same house for 10 years and our landlord had decided to sell the property. We ended up moving to a new town on Lake Michigan.
The entire move was much needed and a blessing. I mean I don’t like moving at the end of November but other than that I was so happy to move. The house revived my love of writing.
One day I sat down and the story just flowed out of my brain. It felt serendipitous. It finally felt like I had found my purpose.
