Now this a challenging question.
Growing up as a Gen X first generation kid of immigrant South American/Caribbean parents, my “purpose” was to fulfill the expectations set for me without question.
Our household rules were unspoken and simple:
Stay out of trouble. Get good grades and be on the honor role. Don’t ever ask about going to sleepovers, school trips “away” or going to a friend’s house to “hang out”. You can be a doctor or lawyer – choose one. And as a daughter, I had a bunch more rules to follow.
It took an embarrassingly long time to realize that I was not living my life purpose but better late than never, right?
So I don’t feel that I have a “defined” life purpose.
For the time being, my “purpose” is to return to the self I always was but never had a chance to know and to rediscover the things that give me joy.
That is my life purpose for now.
Are you living your life purpose or are you still searching?
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