I had thought that when my kids left home, or I retired, or both, that I would sleep for a month. I imagined that when I emerged, rubbing my eyes, scratching my belly, that I would look around for my new purpose and throw myself in.
First off, it’s not taking a month of solid sleeping to get caught up on my rest. Just consistently going to bed on time and saving evenings for friends and reading.
So after I got rested, I discovered my second false belief:
That my purpose is all about service.
Not to worry, I’m not about to abandon my hospice work or stop paying for college for the kids. But as I work on the house to get it ready to sell, I’m learning that designing and completing these projects (I’ll have photos as I finish them) has a strong “play” quality to it.
I like taking something that is ugly or poorly designed and redoing it. It’s fun.