I had five truly powerful conversations this past month.
Five conversations with five powerful women.
Women who run empires.
Raise families.
Hold complexity with elegance.
And every single one of them said, in their own way:
“I don’t know my purpose.”
Pause for a second.
Check in.
Did something in you whisper: “Me either…”
Or maybe your body softened in quiet sympathy: “Oh, those poor souls…”
Here’s the thing. Society tells us that to be successful entrepreneurs, we must have “A Calling.” A capital-P Purpose.
An unwavering north star that burns in our bones and steers every decision.
Some people do.
57% of people, in fact—according to Human Design.
They’ve known from a young age that they were destined for something.
They follow the tug, the ache, the sacred yes—and their lives become the stuff of biopics.
They overcome. They inspire. We cheer.
But then there’s the rest of us.
The mosaic-makers.
The purpose-shapeshifters.
Those whose yeses are seasonal, but no less sacred.
Myself—and these five brilliant, world-bending women—don’t feel a single, sweeping Purpose. Not in the way the books and gurus describe it.
We don’t hear a divine assignment whispered in the dark.
Instead, we feel called to this… for now.
And then to that.
And then to something else entirely.
Purposeful moments…
It doesn’t mean we’re lost.
It means we’re building something you can’t see up close.
Not a monument.
A mosaic.
Every project, every pivot, every heartbreak, every holy moment—
each one is a tile. A texture. A color.
When we finally zoom out,
from the rocking chair
or the hospital bed
or the view from the other side of this life…
we’ll see it.
We’ll see that our grand design was never meant to be linear.
It was meant to be lived.
In the phone call that saved a friend.
In the workshop that made a client feel seen.
In the belly laugh, the butterfly, the breath.
We will see it.
A life well-lived.
A purpose fully expressed—just not fully known until the end.
👉 Reflection Prompts:
Where have you mistaken lack of clarity for lack of worth?
What are three moments that felt “pointless” at the time but might now be part of your mosaic?
What might happen if you honored the mosaic? The masterpiece still unfolding?
So wherever you fall on the purpose spectrum—whether your life is a novel or a collage—
Know this:
You were made for this moment.
Not one before it. Not one after.
This one.
🔥 Daily Affirmation
I begin before I understand.
Each step I take is a prayer, a pattern, a piece of the whole.
My life is a living mosaic—chaotic, colorful, sacred.
The full image is already forming, even as I place each tile.
I honor the callings that come and go.
I was made for times such as these.
PS:
Profit is Protest—but so is trusting your sacred timing.
Purpose doesn’t always arrive as a decree. Sometimes, it’s a breadcrumb.
A shimmer. A side quest.
You are not behind. You are not broken.
You are building.
And your mosaic is worthy of reverence—every jagged edge, every luminous piece.
P.P.S.:
I couldn’t find a picture of a mosaic that captured the feeling I have in my chest when I imagine looking back at my life—
that holy recognition of a purpose built moment by moment.
Then I remembered the work of one of my favorite artists, Yulia Brodskaya.
She doesn’t paint. She quills—folding and rolling individual strips of paper until they form something exquisite, dimensional, undeniable.
This is what purpose can look like.
Piece by piece.
Devotion by devotion.
Built with your own hands, even when you can’t yet see the shape.
🎧 Song of the Day: “Picture Perfect” – Rob Thomas