I haven’t posted since May. A lot has happened since then. Some good and some bad. My heart went into Afib in flutter and I had an ablation in September. I have dropped fifty pounds and have developed a healthy diet. I still deal with heart and digestive issues. I usually see a different doctor every week. I feel like I am a full time patient but let’s be honest: I lived life in the fast lane and there is a high probability that all of this was self inflicted.
I’ve had a lot of time to think and reflect on who I am today and where I was in the past. I moved fast. I missed a lot. I see it now and hope that it’s not too late. I was caught up in things and situations that truly don’t matter. The expensive jeans. The VIP rooms. The over the top dinners. The list goes on. You may feel important or satisfied at that moment but it’s only temporary. In the end, there is no dinner, no rare bottle of wine or some flashy name brand that can provide you with what we should all truly be seeking: a purpose.
I’m fifty five years old, an only child, divorced and no kids. What is my purpose? I’m not sure but I’m now motivated to find it. Can you say the same?