Up until about a year ago, I thought I’d have an “Ah-hah!” moment when I became an adult and knew what I was doing with my life. Then, I realized that becoming an adult is accepting that nobody knows what they’re doing, and becoming a responsible adult is just doing the best you can. Fake it until you become it, as they say!
I have a simple short-term goal: receiving my MBA and finding a job to pay the bills. My long-term goals are a little less quantifiable, though. I want to find a fulfilling job; one that provides a two-way street allowing me to impact the world while developing me as a person. I also want to inspire women to find love for themselves, which I believe starts with finding love for Jesus. This blog is my meager attempt at building the foundations towards that goal.
But in all truth, there is no end goal for me. I will die with goals I haven’t yet met, because as I reach one milestone, I set the next one. That’s the burden of being a goal-oriented person. Goals are always evolving, adapting to fit my capabilities and emotions.
If you aren’t sure what your purpose is and feel surrounded by people who seem to have it all together, you are not alone. Just know that even when you feel purposeless, God has a reason you’re here. He just doesn’t always make His reasons known.
So well-meaning people of the world, please stop inquiring as to my end goal. There is no end goal. There is a series of goals that will continue to evolve as I continue to grow. We aren’t meant to know our end purpose, and it’s high time we stop trying.