Making a Postive Difference in Someone’s Life..
Years ago (heck, might even be close to a decade ago), I did a weekend seminar designed to help you find your purpose in life and then use that purpose to make your dreams come true. Hokey, I know, but I’m a self-help nut-job. 🙂 After the first full day of classes, I spent the evening really reflecting. Journaling, just letting whatever come out. From there I reviewed what I had written when it just hit me…my purpose in life, what truly makes me happy.
In the workshops, they told us that in order to truly get a honed-in succinct purpose, you had to get it down to 2 or 3 words. That’s right! We had to condense our purpose , what we are destined to do in this world, and get it down to 2-3 words. In that evening’s personal pow-wow, I came up with mine…evoke emotion. To elaborate slightly, I feel the best, the happiest, the most successful when I am making other people around me happy. I like to be the cause of people’s happiness. And it doesn’t have to be anything big or crazy. Sometimes the littlest things can make someone happy. Just as a straw can break a camel’s back, so too can straws bring happiness to people (heck, I’m happy everytime I have a straw in my Starbuck’s drink!).. 🙂
I think that’s why I can’t focus my efforts in work at just one genre. Lots of things that I can do make people happy. When I put makeup on someone or teach them how to make themselves beautiful, it makes them (and me) happy. Some of my most favorite customers are the ones that when I finished their look, I couldn’t get the mirror out of their hands. They were so happy with how they looked, that they actually started tearing up. I love that!
In my social media and digital communications work, I try to find fun and humor in everything. With the explosion of tech communication, we are constantly bombarded by news, horror stories, disasters, and drama. Unfortunately, the drama sells, it goes viral, it’s what clogs up your newsfeed. And it’s a major downer! I can’t stand that I scroll and see a natural disaster somewhere, another scroll and I see a man-made disaster, another scroll and children are missing and/or abused, another scroll and there’s racial, sexual, financial hatred. I can’t stand it. So I made it my mission to try to change that. I try to make my posts and articles uplifting, inspiring, and always a tiny bit (ok, some more than just a tiny bit) humorous.
Sometimes I lose track of it all, but then something happens, someone says something and then I’m reminded of the power I have over other people. A great friend of mine revealed that she can’t read my posts at work anymore. I’m serious! She said it’s because she laughs so crazy, so hysterically that she either spits out whatever she’s eating or drinking all over her charts (she’s a nurse) or she ends up having people run into the room to see if she’s ok. And I love that! She’s come to expect that from me and she knows that if she ever needs a pick-me-up, then I’m right there, at any hour of the day, on her smart phone.
I guess you could say that I’m a little bit of a therapist as well. Taking people when they are having a rough time and making them feel a little bit better, give them a little more hope. A good friend of mine just lost her job. That can be devastating in this market especially when you add into the mix that she is a single mother and her car is not working right now. Being able to help give someone hope and even make them laugh a little helps with the healing process, helps with the moving on.
Now, I’m not going to say that all of this goody, goody, cheerfulness is with me all the time. I’m human, I have my down times too, just like everyone else. And there’s times when I simply can’t be that “go-to” gal for my peeps because I’ll have crap going on in my life. And while I love being there for everyone else’s problems, I do not feel comfortable sharing mine with others. Weird, I know. I’m just going to blame it on being an introvert. Lol. But I created a separate blog just for me, for my trials and tribulations. You might say that it’s my therapist. Twenty minutes typing away and then I’m back to my ole self again. So, if you need a pick-me-up or a good laugh and I’m not answering, wait 20 minutes. I just might be dealing with one of my crises. 🙂