04/09/2026
I’ve always struggled with understanding what my purpose was.
For a long time, I thought there must be some big answer I just hadn’t figured out yet. Something I was meant to do.
But somewhere in my 40s, I started to see purpose differently.
Our purpose can change as we move through life.
At different times, we might be a daughter, a wife, a mother, a friend, a carer, a colleague… and each of those chapters can bring a different sense of purpose.
And maybe purpose doesn’t have to be something massive.
Sometimes your purpose might simply be to be the stable person someone else can lean on.
To encourage someone.
To help someone believe in themselves.
To be the person who brings people together.
To be someone’s anchor while they find their own way.
I’ve realised that my purpose is about bringing people together, encouraging them, giving them strength and helping them feel good about themselves.
And I’m still figuring it out.
Maybe we all are.
And actually, I think that’s part of the fun.
We don’t have to have it all worked out. We can let life unfold, follow the things that feel meaningful and discover our purpose along the way.
Perhaps purpose isn’t something we find once and keep forever.
Perhaps it’s something we grow into, again and again, as we grow ourselves.