I’m the baby in the family.  I’m the only girl.  I waited the longest to get married.  I had my kids later in life.

I’ve been defined by others my entire life.  Sometimes I have enjoyed the roles, other times not.

One morning (in my mid-40’s) I woke up and everything seemed different.  I wanted to be me.  I wanted to create my own definition of myself.  What do I love?  What do I want to be?

Who am I?

Fast forward a year or two!  Why should it take so long to figure out who I am?  It bothered me that I had so many conflicting feelings about what I wanted to be and who I was.  It is a process isn’t it.  It is my own journey to find myself, to make myself the best that I can be.  My process is guided by my faith.  As I begin to understand that God has a plan for all of us–I have begun to surrender the past.  To live in the now–not what I used to be or what I hope to become–but now.

I’m working on moving forward to find my purpose.  A friend told me yesterday that I need to just focus on my own writing and not read others or compare myself.  Ouch.  If I don’t compare myself how will I measure my worth, success, my impact?  How will I validate myself?

I realized at that moment a deeper part of my purpose.  To share in my own way my journey–without comparing myself with other writers.

Today writing became much easier–my own conversation with my “friends” who read my blog.   I’m no longer trying to be everything to everybody.  My purpose is to inspire, motivate and create a space for a sisterhood where we can support and encourage each other–even on our hard days.