Actually, You Don’t Find Meaning— You Make It

Long before I was offering trauma-informed massage therapy in Casper, Wyoming, I served my community in other ways. People came to me over the years for spiritual guidance, an astrology reading, or peer support… often because, at their core, they were wanting to know about the meaning of their life, their life purpose, the work they’re “supposed” to be doing in the world.

As much as I hated to dissapoint, all I could say is that actually, you don’t find meaning— you make it.

The meaning of your life, your elusive purpose, your "life's work," and your legacy is made in the here and now. It’s in the way you spend your minutes, days and hours. What you’re really living for is evident in how you meet what shows up today, and in those subtle (or not-so-subtle) recurring patterns and themes; that which you're called back again and again to wrestle with in another form. Especially that thing you're most desperate about and afraid of and resistant to facing. You know the one.

What is it? What keeps coming round to kick your ass year after year, decade after decade? What is requiring your attention, curiosity, witness, compassion and accountability right now?

No one can tell you what your life means. You make your life mean something when you live like your living matters.