Time to wake up.

I have never considered myself a writer of any sort, even a bad one. I have had people in my life recently tell me that I have the mind of a writer and that I need to start expressing it.

Without getting too deep or philosophical, I will start. I tend to overanalyze, overexaggerate and overarticulate things. Compensation for undersizing? Hmmm.

I have a mind that is in constant motion. It plays constant "what if" scenarios. I have large questions to answer. Question #1, "What is the purpose of my life".

Purpose - N. - the reason for which something exists or is done, made, used, etc., an intended or desired result; end; aim; goal., determination; resoluteness.
the subject in hand; the point at issue, practical result, effect, or advantage.

Yikes. In order to do this, I would have to define myself, then my usefulness as this 'thing', then determine this in all aspects of my life. I am so many different 'things' to different people. I am a daughter, sister, wife, mother, aunt, co-worker, supervisor, subordinate, congregant, customer, servant, caretaker, teacher, disciplinarian, disciple.... I'll stop here.

Purpose is also a verb. Defined as doing something to set as an aim, intention, or goal for oneself, or to intend or design. Big word that something is. I need to be doing something of substance. Something that is going to be more than my usual survival mode of silent complacency. Something that has deeper meaning and greater impact on something other than myself.

List of goals, eh? It's not a bad idea to dig them out... maybe it's time to revisit some dreams and aspirations while I'm at it.