#finding your calling

[alixanderkrex]

Self-Determination Resources

[themeaningoflifepodcast]

How to Find My Purpose in Life?: A Practical Guide to Uncovering Your Calling

Feeling lost? We cut through the noise and offer actionable steps to help you explore your values, passions, and the impact you want to make, guiding you towards your unique purpose.

The Universal Longing: The Desire for Direction

One of the most common questions I hear is: How to find my purpose in life? It's a big one, and it can feel overwhelming if you're staring at a blank map. But finding your purpose isn't about discovering some pre-written destiny; it's about actively exploring and creating a path that resonates with your deepest self.

Step 1: Introspection - Tuning Inward to Your Values

The journey to finding your purpose often begins with looking inward. What truly matters to you? What are your core values? These are the principles that guide your decisions and give your life meaning. Take some time for honest self-reflection. What do you stand for? What makes you feel a sense of integrity? Understanding your values is a crucial first step in discovering your purpose.

Step 2: Exploration - Following Your Curiosity and Passions

What lights you up? What do you genuinely enjoy doing? Your passions can be powerful indicators of your purpose. They're the activities that make you lose track of time and feel truly engaged. Don't dismiss those hobbies or interests as mere distractions. They might hold clues to how to find meaning and direction in your life. Experiment, try new things, and pay attention to what sparks your curiosity.

Step 3: Impact - Considering How You Want to Contribute

Purpose often involves a sense of contribution, of making a difference in the world, however big or small. Think about the impact you want to have. What problems do you care about? How can your unique skills and talents be used to serve others or make the world a better place? This doesn't necessarily mean grand gestures; even small acts of kindness and contribution can be deeply purposeful. Consider how to live a life of purpose through your actions.

Step 4: Experimentation - Taking Small Steps and Learning

Finding your purpose isn't usually an overnight revelation. It's a process of experimentation. Try different things, volunteer, take a class, start a side project. Pay attention to what feels fulfilling and what doesn't. Don't be afraid to pivot or change direction. Each experience, even the ones that don't feel like a perfect fit, can offer valuable insights on how to find your calling.

Step 5: Patience and Self-Compassion - It's a Journey, Not a Race

Be patient with yourself. The search for purpose can take time, and there will be moments of uncertainty and doubt. Practice self-compassion and remember that it's a journey, not a race. There's no "right" timeline for finding your life's purpose. Keep exploring, keep reflecting, and trust the process.

Featured Quote:

"The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well." - Ralph Waldo Emerson 

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The Meaning of Life Podcast

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[robinjain]

Engage in activities that bring you joy, happiness, and fulfillment.

[just-french-me-up]

'ao3 needs a like and dislike button'

what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip

[educationalguideraustralia]

“Exploring Different Types of Christian Ministry: Find Your Calling”

Ministry isn’t limited to a pulpit or a church building. It’s not reserved for pastors, missionaries, or worship leaders alone. In fact, every Christian is called to minister in some way. The beauty of God’s design is that ministry comes in many forms, and each one reflects a different part of His heart.

There’s no “one size fits all” in Christian ministry. We are the body of Christ, and just like a body, each part has a unique function. Your passions, personality, and spiritual gifts are clues to how God may be calling you to serve.

Pastoral Ministry

Do you have a heart for shepherding others, walking with people through life’s highs and lows? Pastoral ministry involves leading and caring for a community, often offering spiritual guidance, comfort, and truth. It's more than preaching—it's about presence.

Evangelism

Some feel a deep urge to share the Gospel boldly, whether with friends, strangers, or on a global platform. Evangelists carry a passion for introducing others to Jesus, often stepping outside comfort zones to bring hope where it’s needed most.

Missions

Crossing borders, cultures, or even comfort zones, missionary ministry involves bringing Christ’s love to places near and far. Whether local or international, it’s about service that transcends geography, meeting both spiritual and physical needs.

Teaching

If you’re passionate about Scripture and love helping others grow in faith, you may be called to a teaching ministry. This could happen in small groups, classrooms, online spaces, or one-on-one mentoring—wherever truth is taught and hearts are shaped.

Service

The ministry of helps is often unseen but deeply powerful. It includes acts of compassion like feeding the hungry, fixing what’s broken, or offering a listening ear. If you love meeting practical, everyday needs, this could be your path.

Worship

Do you feel closest to God through music or creative expression? Worship ministry invites people into God’s presence, lifting spirits and focusing hearts on Him. It’s more than performance—it’s a spiritual offering.

Your gifts will guide your ministry. Ask God where He’s leading you. The answer might be closer than you think.

Conclusion: Your Ministry Matters

No matter your age, background, or experience, God has a place for you in His work. Ministry isn’t about a title or a stage—it’s about obedience, love, and using your gifts for something greater than yourself.

You may already be living your ministry and not even realize it—through kindness at work, patience with your children, or generosity with your time. What matters most is a willing heart.

[ungiorno-nellavita]

How My High School Interests Shaped Who I Am Now

Daily writing promptDescribe something you learned in high school.View all responses It’s wild how sometimes the things we learned way back—things we didn’t think too much about—end up becoming such a big part of who we are. When I think about my high school years, I realize that the things I loved then are the same things I still carry with me now. They quietly shaped me, even when I didn’t…

[ronaldtateblog]

Find Your Calling: How to Uncover Your True Purpose

How to Uncover Your True Purpose: There’s a moment in life when you pause and ask yourself, “What am I here for?” For me, that question came during a quiet evening, surrounded by the hum of the world but feeling disconnected from it. I realized that finding purpose isn’t just about a job or a title—it’s about aligning your passions with something greater than yourself. It’s about learning how to…

[juiche]

a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

get your own print here ❤️

[ash-short-for-trash]

The fact that both Obi-Wan and Ahsoka think that the other died during order 66 and spend years mourning the other when they both survived is so heartbreaking

[askfordoodles]

"Young man, you cut that tsundere bullshit, I know what you're doing, I wasn't born yesterday." - Secret Brat Tamer Volkarin

[inkskinned]

i'm still trying to piece together the truth of it. when you left, you said: feel free to spin this narrative however you want. i have no idea if you were being cruel or if you just genuinely don't remember what you've done to me.

it's hard because i'd done so much of the work for you. i had seen the parts that flaked off, the rust underneath. i started separating you into two people - the one i loved, and the one who hurt me. i had this fantasy version of you - my partner - and then i had this stranger, a third person who would show up randomly to shatter me. i am deliriously glad i'm no longer with "the stranger". i miss the gentle (unreal?) "other" you terribly.

at first, i was so strict about my boundaries. i remember telling you to get the fuck out of my house if you were going to talk to me like that. by the end: i would justify your behavior for you, accepting even your mistreatment as "my fault" in the grand scheme. i look back on the person i was before you - smart, independent, confident - and i feel a strange sense of detachment. i don't even recognize me.

even in one of our last conversations, you said: if you want a partner that always talks warmly to you, find someone else. there was a time that a comment like that would have made me leave. and instead, somehow, i just placidly accepted that kind of thing. you were literally telling me that i wasn't allowed to have a reaction to your cruelty - and i just took it, because you'd so fully turned things around on me.

when people are faced with irrationality, a rational brain tries to make sense of it. this is the trap. they're lovely in the morning, gentle and blue-eyed and sweet. like nothing even happened, they breeze around the house and kiss you on the mouth. but at night; who is that? they snap almost randomly; flying into an impotent rage about just-about-anything. it just doesn't make sense. so the problem must be me, and my brain, and how i think.

the traumatized brain just wants peace. so maybe i'm misremembering. maybe you were just having a bad day. maybe it's actually me.

you eventually would fully turn on me and start implying that i am the bad actor in our relationship. that's what happens, right? that's literally in the playbook. you went to therapy for all of a month, told her a half-truth, co-opted therapyspeak. you figured out how to reframe your actions as "seeking peace." any time i stood my ground, i was "gaslighting." when i asked you to be more gentle, you said i was "tone policing." you said, randomly, i had emotionally manipulated you - i still have no idea what that's even specifically referring to. maybe my consistent requests for calmness and empathy?

and while i literally know better, and i'm sitting here, trained by you, thinking: wait, fuck. was i actually the person you made me out to be?

and the thing that scares me is that i literally do not know if you ever actually saw what you were doing to me. when you'd tell me how you remember arguments, you'd always summarize them in a way where you come off as gentle and easy: "i was trying to set an important boundary." what had actually happened was 15 minutes of you shouting at me i know you did something shady, just admit it already. eventually you'd say my reaction to your shouting (when i finally reacted, which usually happened around hour three) was inevitably "disappointing" and "another way i'm silencing your feelings."

how many times did i ask you - beg you - to just take accountability? looking back, i don't think i ever heard you say: you're right. the way i talked to you was wrong of me.

i am trying to tie together the two people into a full version of you in my head. yes, you made my coffee and made me laugh and spent hours on the phone with me. and yes - you would scream at me until i had to run away and hide behind something.

i wish i did have a narrative i could pull out and shape to my whim. i wish i did have some semblance of reality. instead i just stand here, strange and vibrating, wondering: what the fuck just happened?

[lotus-lost-n-found]

Some Batfam Headcanons because the brain never stops;

Jason hates being called "Bruce's Son". But he hates it more when hes called "One of Wayne's Orphans/Wayne's child" because fuck you I'm his son-! wait no--

With the exception of Damian, they rarely refer to Bruce as "Dad/Father". Either it didn't occur to them/didn't see the need to/thought it would be strange. But when Dick/Jason/Tim/Cass are tired or injured it might slip out. And Bruce might just crumble a bit at it

Doesn't mean they don't say it to their siblings when Bruce is out of Earshot.

"Dad said you couldn't." "What do you mean Dad said I couldn't use that mug? It's my mug!" "You snooze you lose Timmy Boy-" "Jason don't be an asshole-"

That being said Bruce says "son/daughter/child" at every available opportunity he can after he knows that they have acclimated enough that they wouldn't be uncomfortable/know they can tell Bruce that they don't want to be called that.

First time Bruce called Dick "son" in a way that meant "You are my kid" and not in a "This police officer just called me son with a brow furrow" way Dick grinned and carried on with the conversation. Later he wondered if his dad wouldn't like someone else calling him Son; but Dick thinks about the life he was given because of Bruce and thinks maybe his dad wouldn't mind.

Calling Jason "son" is a hit or miss situation, even before he died. The first time it happened he was confused, he didnt think that was the relationship they had and it made everything change for him. He got frustrated--not angry--with himself and Bruce at this sudden emotional turmoil. Wasn't he just the kid Bruce picked up in an alleyway? Wasn't he just some street rat in bright Robin clothing? (He lets himself believe that he can be Bruce's son. If for only a little while).

Tim cries after Bruce is out of earshot, it would've been a year or so after his parents died and he was adopted. He didn't think he could have been wanted like that again. Even if you think the Drake's had A+ Parenting or not, I don't think he would have gotten a lot of confirmation of being wanted otherwise.

Cass smiles, emotions carefully concealed under her expression. She's grateful she found Bruce and he doesn't mention it if she leans a bit closer in a request for closeness.

Damian doesn't expect anything less, he only appears satisfied. But also relieved that he has gotten the confirmation that yes, Bruce wants and accepts him.

EDIT 10/11; hiii, i have added Duke, Steph & a Bonus in a reblog you can find on the same blog under my 'batfamily headcanons' / 'sore rambles' tag. have fun :)

[yesokayiknow]

of course it goes without saying that i am hopelessly entranced by whatever dynamic is playing out between the two versions of the rani

[egophiliac]

I assume you got a few asks about the TWST news already but: congrats on 7.5 story, they really said you are not leaving your green kids behind just yet LMAOOO also Overblotters solo songs now too! Overblotting animations added to the game! Overblot Idia card (finally!!) CATER EVENT WITH CHIP AND DALE AND HE ALSO HAS FRECKLES?????? I hope we see him on rollerblades like those waiters in diners that'd be so cool!!

me skimming the stream announcement: "MVs"...oh that's probably just more Blazing Jewel stuff, I don't need to catch it, I'll wait for reuploads :)

Twst: :)

you'd think I would've learned by now, APPARENTLY NOT

man. I don't know if they went into any more detail on the stream, but the absolute lack of any explanation on 7.5 in particular is destroying me. this is the entirety of the in-game notice:

"*Main Story Part 7.5: Main Story part 7.5 will be released."

?!?!?!?!

Twst team back on their usual trick of busting in through the wall, tossing a live grenade of one-sentence info with absolutely zero context, and then peacing out to watch everyone explode. what do you mean 7.5. is this the epilogue/hook to 8 that we didn't get with 7 proper. is it something totally different. what does it mean. WHAT DOES IT MEAN

(and if this doesn't kill me, Catermunk might actually with how frikkin adorable he looks. 🐿 shoot. heck. is this gonna be a whole event with other chipmunk diner boys because I may have to seriously consider how many keys I wanna save versus throwing in for OB!Idia. auuugh you'd THINK I would have LEARNED by now --)

[suiheisen]

bonus:

[greenglowinspooks]

Hey. Shakes you by the shoulders. DCxDP where Eobard Thawne is Danny’s cool distant “uncle” that he never sees but always sends in the coolest gifts for the holidays.

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Danny had grown used to seeing people injured at a surprisingly young age.

He wasn’t injured on the regular, or witness to some sort of extraordinary amount of violence; his parents’ lab was just… very volatile, and they were unprofessionally lax on safety measures on the best of days.

As such, when he saw an unconscious, incredibly injured man wearing some sort of superhero suit in their backyard in the early hours of the morning (he had gotten up to get a glass of water when he heard a thump outside), he didn’t panic, as any young child should have in his situation.

No. Instead, Danny dragged the man inside (with considerable difficulty; despite how thin he was, he was heavy), treated his wounds as best he could (it’s difficult for a child younger than 10 to do stitches, you understand), put a blanket over the man, and went back to bed.

After losing a fight to the Flash and passing out in a random suburban lawn, the last thing Eobard was expecting to wake up to was a small child sitting on the floor in front of him, noisily eating a bowl of cereal.

(He had thought, maybe he would have been found by the Flash and brought to some Justice League holding cell. Or, found by a civilian, and brought to the police. Perhaps, in his feverish state, he had remembered the prison he ended up in from his time, with their brands and chemicals and torturous therapies.)

For some unknown reason, this child had found him, not recognized him as the monster he is (perhaps due to the boy’s age), and helped him—even if his healing factor would have fixed him eventually, having all his parts in the right order certainly sped up the process.

Usually he wouldn’t care for civilians. He’d killed enough that he’d lost count what felt like an eternity ago—and yet, somehow, he felt indebted to this boy. This boy, who had helped him so selflessly, who was so entirely clueless to the evil right in front of him.

This boy, who was all alone in an empty house, whose sister was away, whose parents had gone on a trip and left him behind.

(It didn’t matter the explanation the boy gave for it, Eobard’s mind whispered to itself regardless. Kin. Like calling to like.)

And so, he worked hard to free himself from this debt he had incurred.

He traveled through time, working his way into the family whilst posing as a distant relative. It was remarkably easy; the Fentons didn’t have an incredible memory of their relatives; all he had to do was forge a few papers and mention a few people and he was now “Uncle Eo”.

It was, however, taxing on the mind. These people were absurdly friendly, not to mention talkative. The effort had become a multi-year operation, popping in every now and then for large family gatherings and home visits.

It felt… nice, to be wanted for once. To be noticed in his absence for more than just his status.

To be liked.

He made sure to send the boy a gift on the right holidays, as well as on his birthdays. With his skillset, it wasn’t too difficult to follow him around and see what he liked and wanted. It also wasn’t difficult to spy in when he opened them, to ensure that he had done an acceptable job.

Of course, he couldn’t let this sort of thing cut into his time spent fighting the Flash, so he wasn’t too present. The last thing he wanted was to drag trouble into the boy’s life from his presence.

But then, it happened.

He found out that this boy, and the one known in his time as Phantom, were one and the same.

It was, as a historian, thrilling.

It was, as a villain, horrifying.

In all his travels, he had never intended to involve himself with that mysterious being which shadowed the Justice League. That ghost with the power, in some timelines, to bring about the end of all things.

Of course, he was also capable of doing that, but it isn’t exactly fun to meet someone who’s powers are a match for your own.

Especially if you couldn’t find it in yourself to end him, should he make himself your enemy.

Still, he had a debt to repay, and a boy to look after.

He delivered things to the boy’s room to help him; tactical gloves, a lightweight protective suit, weapons and equipment. All uncredited, since the boy seemed to value the idea of a secret identity.

He took it upon himself to shift the odds in his favor a few times, even; making faster-than-light adjustments to the boy and his combatants during fights to shift the odds in his favor.

Somewhere along the years, he had formed some sort of odd affection for the boy, if he was capable of doing so at all.

And so, when that ghost-boy sought his Uncle Eo out all the way in Central City, carved open and scarred, a distant look in his eyes, he took him in without a second thought.

He would protect this boy, who once had protected him.