Fulfilment

I’ve been thinking about fulfilment recently. Below is a short stream of conciousness on it.

I’ve been enjoying volunteering as a first aider with St John Ambulance. I feel fulfilled through helping people: I feel I’ve maybe found a place to be, found my gifting.

But… is it wrong to get my purpose from that?

Only if it becomes the sole centre of my purpose.

How do I stop it becoming the sole centre of my purpose, my fulfilment?

By giving the glory to God. By being thankful for the gifting He has given me. By not taking for granted these new skills I have learned and am using. By remaining humble, not becoming prideful.

I’m off out again tomorrow. I have the week off work (what bliss it was to wake up on a Monday morning and not have to get up!) and have chosen to spend one of those days doing first aid. Or at least sitting around waiting for people to injure themselves!

Oh, and there’s a guy… I know, there’s always a guy. But I’m saying no more in case I jinx it. Not that I believe in that,  it’s more I don’t want to obsess TOO much, and if I put it down in black and white it becomes ‘out there’. This one I’m keeping to myself.

For now…

Sticks and stones

“Sticks & stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”

Well, that was a pile of crap (not carp, as I just wrote, though stinks just as bad!), wasn’t it? Not only do we get beaten up by others who talk us down, but we get eaten up by our own negative self-talk, and end up believing the lies, comparing ourselves to others and not living our lives to the full.

I bet you remember some of the shitty, nasty things people said. And some of the things people didn’t realise would hurt you, the labels they gave you.

“You can’t sing.” Uh, yes I can, but it’s taken me over 15 years to pluck up the courage to do so, so thanks.

“She’s the grumpy one.” she wasn’t, but life sucked and she didn’t know how to handle it at such a young age, but the label stuck, and now she IS the grumpy one, the depressed one.