I am now THREE years old! I know what you’re thinking….What the what?!?!?. But I am not trying to make a (not funny) joke or just grab your attention. My chronological age is 45, but my soul, she is barely turning 3.
I came up with the concept of my soul’s birthday listening to personal development speakers discussing the importance of not rushing ourselves, not giving up on something because it took too long, not putting an expiration date on our dreams and goals! For me, that was going back to the date when I realized I have a purpose, the date my soul was born, when it spoke up and cried and made it’s presence known. That let me give myself grace in attaining my goals. I haven’t been working on them for 45 years, only 3 years!
Three years ago I went on a life changing journey to Israel with 50 other women. I learned that I was put on this earth to serve a purpose…AND I FREAKED OUT! What the hell was my purpose? What if I never found my purpose? What if I don’t have a purpose? But I was assured over and over that we all have a purpose. It’s the thing that makes our heart sing, that makes us want to get out of bed every day, that serves others but serves us just as much if not more. I DID NOT HAVE A PURPOSE…not yet. Being a doctor is great, it’s life saving, it’s important…but it wasn’t my purpose. Being a wife and a mom are by far my most important “jobs”, but it can not be our “purpose”
Almost a year after our trip, my soul was turning 1, I was turning 43. I didn’t know it yet but my soul was speaking to me, through tears. My birthday always brings up so many hard emotions for me, I always thought I had high expectations, but I think it was my soul trying to speak to me all those years and I wouldn’t give it the space it needed. I fought it, it fought back. Last year my soul turned 2 and I turned 44. My birthday was not as emotional, it was enjoyable. My soul spoke to me in words now and I just had to listen, with grace and understanding.
After my soul’s birth, I started this blog, I started a buisness, I met new friends that became friends to my soul, I volunteered in a medical mission. None of these were my purpose but all of it brought me joy and spoke to my soul. All of it had me getting out of my comfort zone…you know, where the magic happens.
So now I’m turning 45, my soul is turning 3. She is still young and immature. She is still learning the world around her. But just like children her age, she knows what she needs and desires. She is speaking to me louder because I am allowing her the space to dream big and bigger. To run free and let her imagination run wild. To let her express herself.
So yes, I am 45, but my soul, she’s only 3 and that allows me so much room to grow and learn. I’m not too old to pursue my dreams, my desires, my goals and neither are you! How old is your soul? Have you given it space to be born? Have you nurtured your soul like you would your new baby?
Your soul is calling, just listen!
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy-Rumi