Something strange happened today.
I woke up this morning like I had been struck by a bolt of lightning. I can tell you that I rarely remember my dreams. I feel like I must dream, because I hear that we all do, but I’m not someone who can capture those thoughts in my waking hours. Today was different.
I had the most vivid dream where I was in a room of snakes. I was panicked trying to figure out how to get rid of them when a former boss, one whom I liked and respected, appeared. He gave me a package. When I asked what it was, he replied, “It’s your purpose.”
What? My purpose?
Maybe the dream does not mean anything, maybe someone who analyzes dreams will tell me it does have meaning. Either way, it jolted me to think about my purpose. What is my purpose? Do I know, really know?
What do you think? Do you know your purpose? If so, how did you know? Please share with me.