Sense Of Purpose

I "worked" thirty minutes yesterday.  That was the amount of time I was scheduled, so that is what I had worked.  It seems crazy to think about it, but that is the definition of government inefficiency.

My sense of purpose used to be tied to going to an office everyday.  Granted, there were some days (especially in the last year or so), that felt like that was a reach...but...  I would still get up everyday, get showered, make the kids breakfast and go to work.

Now, I make the kids breakfast, drop them off at school, then maybe "work", maybe go do physical therapy exercises, maybe do this, maybe do homework.  The possibilities are endless.

My days are, as Forest Gump would say, "like a box of chocolates.  You're never sure what you're going to get."

It is interesting and exciting, but it's also terrifying.  What is my sense of purpose if I'm not going to an office to do work?

Yesterday, I dropped the kids at school, then came home to work on a scholarship application.  Then I worked for thirty minutes in Cumberland, RI.  Then I made my way to a doctor's appointment in Warwick, RI.  Following the doctor's appointment, it was off for a quick bite for lunch.  Then there was a late lunch meeting for a potential job opportunity in Providence, RI.  Then off to Mansfield, MA to pick up some stuff for another job.  Then off to a 6pm meeting in Wellsley, MA for volunteer work with the JDRF.

My sense of purpose was not showing up to an office to get work done.  My sense of purpose was to try to make a difference in small ways.  I applied for a scholarship to hopefully reduce some of the financial burden for school.  I went to the doctor to make sure to try to keep myself healthy to be able to be around (a long time) for my kids.  I read the family read called "The Crossover" while I had a quick bite as I had been overdue finishing it.  I had a late lunch meeting to discuss how I could make a difference for an organization that I think does some really cool work.  While in Mansfield, I picked up stuff for a co-worker too...to save her a trip.  Then when I went to Wellsley, I kept thinking about my son, my niece, our friend's child, our friend and all the other people that have to deal with T1D...24/7.

While in Wellsley, I was reminded of something my son had said shortly after diagnosis.  "My Mommy and Daddy are going to do whatever they can to raise lots of money so no other kids will ever have to get this disease."

Then, I was reminded of my sense of purpose.