I found this gem of a picture today. Back in 2010, on a bored day at work, I decided to photoshop my face onto a picture of King Solomon. At the time I was a completely different person. Miles from who I am today and oblivious of the mystical path that would sweep me up in nine years time.
I didn’t photoshop this for any particular reason. I was just killing time between cigarette breaks and avoiding my narcissistic boss. My higher self was working before I even knew it existed. What I thought was killing time was actually her working her magic and planting the seeds of my path and purpose.
Sure, I’ve always had a penchant for the theatrical. I fancied the idea of myself in crimson robes, holding an elaborate pen and writing profound things on scrolls.
Little did I know, I would be doing just that in the not too distant future.
It’s funny how one’s true purpose is always right there. So obviously close that it becomes obscured in a blind spot. Like when you lose sight of your keys but they’re right in front of you on the table.
If you find yourself longing for your purpose…What has always been right under your nose?