I’m So Confused….

My mom was diligent about feeding us a balanced lunch and dinner. Lunch was at school because she felt that the sandwiches she would have made wouldn’t be as healthy as the hot lunches cooked and served. My classmates and I always made up names for the different foods, trying to gross each other out (cherry cobbler became known as Baby Bird Eyes, for example). The food nourished our bodies and imaginations.

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My Path to Purpose

My college roommate fretted endlessly about what her purpose in life was. She was driven to understand why she was on this planet. In sharp contrast to her drive was my seeming indifference to why I was here. It never occurred to me to think about my purpose. I didn’t seem to need one. I was just here, doing my thing.

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