Between Blue Rocks

One of the standard getting-to-know-you questions at the conference, after “Where are you from?” and “What do you do?”, was “Why are you here?”

I wasn’t exactly sure why was there. For refreshment, yes: I found that there. To meet new friends: I did. To learn things: I learned. To be challenged: I was.

But also — and I realize it now that I’m home, feeling vaguely disappointed — I went looking for purpose. I went with somewhere in the back of my mind the hope that someone would look me in the face and say, “Stacy, this is your purpose in life, go and do it.” And then I would go and do it; I would be fired with purpose, no longer bothered by the things other people do and have that I do not and have not. I wanted it to be life-changing.

It’s funny about that idea of “life-changing,” the way…

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