Purpose: It’s Not That Complicated

I used to think my purpose had to be something extraordinary. Something bold, loud, groundbreaking. I’d sit with myself turning over every idea, trying to figure out what would make me stand out. I thought my life needed a defining moment, a purpose that was bigger than me, louder than me, something I could point to and say “That’s it, I’ve made it”.

But nothing ever stuck. No matter what I tried it always felt like putting on someone else’s clothes and hoping they’d fit. I would dismiss the quiet voice inside me, the one that whispered: “It’s not out there. Stop looking.”

I’ve never wanted to climb the corporate ladder. I’ve never been the kind of person who finds meaning in promotions or titles. My job has always been a part of my life, but never the center of it. And for years, I felt this pressure to change that. Like I wasn’t doing enough, being enough, achieving enough. Sometimes I don’t think about everything I’ve already achieved, everything I’ve fought to get here today.

My purpose has never been about achievement. It’s always been about connection. It’s about showing up fully for the people I love. It’s about breaking cycles that weighed down the generations before me. It’s about being the kind of person I needed when I was younger… the steady hand, the calm voice, the light in the dark.

I used to downplay that, dismiss it, like it wasn’t enough. But now, I know better. That is the work. That is what matters.

I don’t have all the answers, and even when I pretend to, the truth is I really don’t. Some days I’m just trying to keep my head above water. But one thing I’ve learned is that my worth doesn’t live in anyone else’s expectations. It lives in the way I hold space for myself and the people I care about. It’s in the way I choose to heal, grow, and move forward even when it feels impossible.

The truth is, life doesn’t hand you a moment where everything suddenly makes sense. There’s no big, sweeping reveal. Meaning comes in the quiet moments: a deep breath, a shared laugh, the way the light falls through the window in the morning. Meaning comes from living not chasing.

I’ve spent so much time fighting to change parts of myself, trying to squeeze into boxes I don’t belong in. But I’m done with that. I’m leaning into who I am and letting that be enough. Because it is enough. I am enough. And so are you.

Your purpose isn’t something you find. It’s not waiting out there for you to stumble across. Your purpose is already here, inside you, in the way you live your life. It’s not a destination. It’s the small steps you take every single day. That’s why it is very important to take those small steps every day, even when it feels hard.

The meaning of life is to live it. Fully, wildly, beautifully. To show up for yourself and the people you love, even when it’s hard (and it will be really fucking hard some days). To walk through the fire and come out the other side. To choose love and joy, every single time.

You don’t need to prove your worth. You don’t need to force a purpose or become something you’re not. You are already everything you need to be. Right here. Right now.

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Take good care,

Nicole x