I know, If you don't know me, you might be picturing some inspirational guru gracing your screen right now, all sunshine and rainbows, about to unload the secret to life's purpose. Spoiler alert: I'm not that guy.
I'm staring down the barrel of 60 with most of my life lived from a wheelchair. Spina bifida stole my ability to walk properly at birth, at the age of 21, it took my leg. So yeah, when it comes to limitations, I got a Ph.D.
But here's what I have learned: limitations can be one hell of a motivator.
You spend enough time stuck in one place, and you start looking up, way up. You start asking the big questions, like "what the hell am I supposed to do with all this time?"
And let me tell you, the universe isn't exactly forthcoming with answers. No burning bushes or booming voices. You gotta get down in the dirt, wrestle with some uncomfortable truths, and maybe even eat a metaphorical sh*t sandwich (or two).
Here's what I found with four wheels stuck in the mud-laden trenches of life:
Look, I'm not gonna lie. There are days when staring at the ceiling feels like the most purposeful thing I can do. But most days, I find my fire in the small things: the heartfelt smile from the footballers that I manage, (LINK HERE TO THE ACES BLOG) the way my words resonate with someone else who's struggling.
Purpose isn't some grand quest. It's the messy, beautiful journey of making the most of the time you have, limitations and all. So, get out there, explore the edges of your existence, and embrace the beautiful absurdity of it all. That's where you'll find your own unique purpose.