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295 pages, Paperback
First published July 6, 2015
To be honest, the whole Soul Purpose thing stressed me out. It felt like a big decision to make, the type that hangs over you until you do it. But I was petrified that I might miss my life, or get it wrong.She says that you have to be OK with having no idea what is going to happen and then do things anyway. It's not about having a detailed plan, or knowing where things will lead, and it's not about a specific job or career. It's simple - our soul is always calling. You can light up the world when doing the simplest of things from cooking dinner to updating your social media. The image of Rebecca waiting for the Universe to call and tell her her purpose was fun and relatable. "I wanted to know the final destination before I took the first step."
Being of service doesn't have to be a humongous mission where you need to singlehandedly save the world, cure cancer, or run off to a Buddhist monastery. Making a difference in just one person's life can have immeasurable ripples.All about how this teacher wore what she wanted, embraced her own open-heartedness and eccentricity and listened to and encouraged her students. She served the world by being herself and "had she spent her years striving to be like someone else, the world would be a much less compassionate, creative and bright place." So simple and heartwarming. The world needs you. Not your dream. Referring to someone else, Rebecca said "Her dream didn't come true. Something even better did. She became herself instead."
Answering the calling of your soul isn't a one-time act; it's a perpetual conversation. It's not actually about doing one big thing, or finding one single answer to the great big question: 'What is my purpose?' It's doing hundreds of thousands of little things in that direction, one after the other.Being intentional, kind and passionate in your day to day life. Choosing the decisions and ways that light you up. One step at a time. That's a beautiful concept.
The grief would hit out of nowhere: at my desk, on the subway, in the grocery store aisle, while walking down the street. My family and friends urged me to come back home to Australia, but deep down I had this inner knowing that this was something I need to face alone. I needed to venture into the darkest caverns and try to find my own way out.This doesn't seem healthy to me. I am all for time alone (super introvert here, hi) and being your own best friend but when dealing with something like grief you need a support network as well as alone time. Being strong is accepting that you need help. We are social beings and often our holes are too deep to climb out of alone, and often we don't realise how deep we are when we're down.