Every now and then, I wake up feeling angsty. Jealousy pokes at me with its thorny little hands. It’s so rare these days but once upon a time it was the norm: that wash of fear and lack of graciousness. I used to stuff it away and ignore it. Nowadays, I celebrate it and lean right on in. I get nice and close so that I can hear what it’s whispering. Wanna know what it tells me?

It says, “This isn’t about anyone else. It’s all you, baby. In this tiny moment, you have forgotten your purpose.”

It’s my uncomfortable, handsy alert system. It’s there to remind me who I am and why I’m here. It urges me to show up.

“Purpose” used to sound like such a grand term to me–intangible and fluffy. I tried to reroute it. I took the practical approach. “If I can figure out…