Purpose.
For as long as I can remember, I have always assumed that things happened TO me. I’m starting to realize that these things happen FOR me. It seems like an easy enough concept on the surface but it is so much more than that on my end of things.
If everything has a purpose, then instead of writing off an event, emotion or experience I am beginning to try and sit with it a little longer than before. What was the purpose of my going through this or feeling this?
Let’s not even bridge the gap to “What is my purpose” because that one is still a chin scratcher for me.
The purpose of my past struggles with alcohol, drugs and all of my favorite -isms was impossible for me to see while I was still in active addiction or even in early recovery. But like a magic eye poster, the farther away I get the more clear I can see the big picture. I had to break myself down to a skeleton of myself to rebuild. I had to experience all of the fear and lows in order to gain a better spiritual connection and see the forest for the trees, sometimes literally. Now I am grateful for every little sliver of good and beauty in my life. I am even grateful for the ugly parts. Because they serve a purpose. It’s good to remind myself that. If you don’t have a bad cup of coffee you’ll never know a good one when you try it. So to speak.
A lot of blood sweat and tears go into my recovery everyday even if I don’t talk or write about it. I’m not magically cured from everything. The most valuable resource I have right now is a grateful heart followed by a forgiving spirit and an analytical mind.
Why did I do that? Why did she have that tone of voice? Why would this happen? Why won’t this happen? What else are the people around me going through that colour their reactions. Most of the time I can ascertain that it’s not about me and removing the ego is a great gift of sobriety.
If I can remind myself that everything that happens is happening for me, for one purpose or another I become open to learning lessons. In baseball the coaches used to tell my boys when they were younger, “you win or you learn”. This is undeniably true. Sometimes the purpose of really difficult things is a learning exercise. Sometimes for personal growth, sometimes to prevent us from repeating the same mistakes.
When I’m stuck in traffic I remember to pray. Not for the traffic to subside, but my regular check ins with my God. Or I find time to think about something I’ve been moving too fast to face. Or I catch a song on the radio that brings me joy, nostalgia or much needed tears. The purpose of that traffic might be to remind me I’m not in control or to slow down and take a breath. Or to see a restaurant I’ve never noticed. Or to see how beautiful the clouds are. Or the sky. Or a bunny on the side of the road.
Time alone while my love is in the shower brought you this brilliant rambling. That was the purpose of the pause in an already beautiful morning.
Xoxo Amy Marie