I've been thinking lately about how our soul's purpose may be somewhat different from our life's purpose. I'm not sure exactly what I mean by that, but hear me out.
When I think about my life's purpose, I think about things that I am meant to do in community, or in connection, or in relationship with others. My life's purpose might be to try to inspire women in recovery, or it might be to be the best darn grandmother I could ever be.
My life's purpose might be to leave my family a little more healed from intergenerational trauma. On the other hand, my soul's purpose may just be to learn the meaning of rest, to embrace the softness I feel eludes me.
My soul's purpose might be the opposite of doing something in my life. My soul's purpose may well be just .
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