WARNING/DISCLAIMER: VERY DEEP POST, NOT ABOUT FOOD.
I had a deeply intense conversation with a new friend yesterday. We sat in the shade in my garden and she related her story of a particularly wretched time in her life and her recovery through taking a course of a-three-weekend programme, at the end of which she was able to understand that we are all put on earth to fulfil a very specific function and that she finally understood her own purpose in life.
With my 48th birthday looming, I find myself very introspective and my friend’s story has made me wonder about my ‘very specific function’ in my world. Have I, perhaps, already fulfilled it without knowing? Does it lie ahead, to become clear in my dotage?
My immediate thought was that I was born to be a wife and mother, but my friend said ‘No, it is something much bigger…
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