According to Marisa Peer, the most common thing that individuals come seeking help with from a coach is in finding their purpose or the thing they are meant to spend their time doing.
A purpose is different than a job or a career. Sometimes it may earn you money, but other times it does not. A purpose is one thing for everyone though: When you are doing it, you feel complete and total peace in the knowledge that this is what you’re meant to be doing. A purpose is not driven by ego, or greed, or competitiveness. It is driven by a desire for meaning and being helpful to others.
When you love what you do, you have purpose. And when you share that purpose you have meaning.
Your purpose very often has a direct relationship with whatever you loved to do between the ages of about seven and fourteen. Why those ages? Well, at seven, you are old enough to begin to develop your own sense of self. And at fourteen, we begin to internalize the pressures and insecurities of the world around us, and perhaps start moderating our behavior accordingly to “fit in” or “be good.” But between those two ages, we find a sweet spot where we were allowing our desires and passions to direct how we spent our time.
I’ve found that when people honor what they enjoy doing, their paths start to unfold and progress in mysterious ways.
This may not ever allow you to quit your day job—and that’s okay!—but the joy you’ll feel from living out your purpose in some way will make you view your day job entirely differently: a something that allows you to live your purpose. From all my work with people, I truly believe that the largest cause of depression is failing to follow your heart’s desire in a profound and deep way. Don’t allow yourself to do this. Even if it seems impractical, unimpressive, small, or completely random, find a way to follow your curiosity about your calling and I can guarantee that wonderful things will unfold.
Between the ages of 7-14 I loved to draw, read, sing, dance and be cheeky. I would often be alone but I would be deeply immersed in learning about history or sewing a new outfit for my Barbie. I would draw new fashions and imagine stories. I was told I had a nice voice so I enjoyed delighting my grandparents and later I would stage plays with my younger sister for Christmas. I was never really lacked confidence in getting what I wanted. I asked for what I wanted and threw tantrums when I didn't get my way. I had complete self confidence, even when I was bullied on the playground. I couched my fear in the thrill of being a rebel. I was high on my own confidence and refused to see myself in the wrong.
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