I think that one of the key elements in dealing with the obstacles that get thrown in our way is maintaining a sense of purpose. Or discovering one. Over the last year, since my husband passed away, I have been putting together a book from journal entries that he and I wrote while he was sick. The book just came out (!) – in time for the one-year anniversary of his passing. But now I have found myself in a new rut. The book gave me something to focus on, something with meaning. Now that I have published it, and a whole year has gone by, I am feeling a new emptiness. For about two weeks since the yahrtzeit, I have been only marginally functional. But yesterday, I decided that I need to keep going. I need to give some more thought to my role in the world. Why am I here? Why have I been put into this particular life situation? Maybe in this journey of finding my purpose, I will be able to help other people find theirs. I certainly hope so.
