Why You Need to Find Your Calling and Do What You Love

Have you found your calling yet? Are you doing what you love? For most of us, we’re still trying to figure what that massively heavy question means to us and how it will impact our lives.

I know that at 27, I’m in no way supposed to have it all figured out. I am completely aware that many people struggle with the meaning of life for, well, their whole lives. It seems to me that I am currently more confused than ever.

I’m extremely blessed and endlessly thankful that I have had the opportunity to build my own business. I absolutely love that I’m not, from a job anyway, tied down to any particular location in the world. I am incredibly lucky to be working alongside my best friend every single day. He truly lifts me up. Yet, something is missing.

In the end, why “grind” if you have no idea what your true purpose is? If it makes no real difference in the world, is it really worth it? If you’re doing a job that doesn’t quite feel like your calling, what’s the point?

I have spent hours and hours and hours for the past year and a half listening to podcasts, books on tape, and watching entrepreneurs on YouTube. Everyone seems to be telling you who to be. You need to separate yourself as a fashion blogger, a travel blogger, etc. You need to sell physical products rather than digital, everyone who knows something should be a teacher.

I love fashion, but I don't want to flaunt it. I love traveling blogging more than anything but don't have the funds to do it yet. I know a lot about running a business but I don't really want to spend my time teaching it. I don’t want a business that just makes money. I want a business that makes a difference. I want a life goal that changes the world. I really don’t know what that means for me yet. Am I going crazy?

Lately, life has been throwing a whole lot curve balls demanding that I search harder. I seem to cry constantly and randomly, really, for no apparent reason. If someone were to ask, I honestly wouldn’t know! Yet the tears come. I have an Etsy shop, an online retailer shop and a new real estate property. What could possibly be missing in business? It's the calling, I think, to not necessarily build a business but make money doing what I love. There is a difference, I assure you! I wrote the following last night while I was trying to figure out what was wrong:

" I can tell you one thing, I’m sick of the fakeness. I literally cannot stand it. Can anyone just live an authentic life? To be entirely truthful, that’s exactly the reason why I can’t even figure out what supposed to write about. Let’s just go with it.

It’s absurd! Girls in bikinis are suddenly the only way to make money? A giant butt and the tiniest of waists is the only way to be a real woman? Using words like 'bae' and 'AF' are the only way to get people to understand you? I’m not getting it! Those are all just fillers for the real, true things that are happening in this world. The fakeness is taking away from the fact that we are all just human beings, hopefully trying to live our best, most genuine lives.

No, I don’t care if you went on a trip to Cabo last week, if you’re on the latest “Beyonce diet,” if you spent so many years never fighting and being ridiculously 'perfect' with your spouse. I’m interested in real life and I’m wondering where it’s hiding.

I’m sick of people looking at their phones, look at the sunset instead! I’m sick of people texting all the time, go pet a dog! I’m sick of everyone judging each other, we’re all good people! And I’m mostly sick of everyone judging themselves. My god you’re incredible! The only person who needs to tell you that is yourself. This alternate reality makes all of us normal people (which is all of us, by the way) feel like outcasts.

Where are the pictures taken with a Polaroid that never end up anywhere but a shoebox under the bed? Where are the nights out with friends that are captured and shared in our hearts and not on Snapchat? Where is the shy smile exchanged between strangers on a subway rather the blindness of eyes looking at screens?

Where is everyone? "

Posing for pictures and trying to make my Instagram "profitable" has me feeling more fake than ever. I go through such long periods not posting anything because it feels absurdly pointless. I'd much prefer my friends and family to see my social platforms and recognize me as the same, spunky girl who talks a lot and thinks even more. I want to look at my Instagram and recognize myself. Most importantly, I want to write about the things I care about and not what other bloggers and entrepreneurs say is profitable.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I "grow up" but I know without a doubt that I don’t want to be fake. I don’t know who I’m talking out there, but I know I want to be talking to you. I never knew I had anything to say until I began to write.

Sometimes we are brought to our lowest points so we can find our true calling. Sounds ridiculous, I know. I truly believe that we must become horribly unhappy just to recognize it in the first place. When we are too comfortable, we refuse to make change.

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Nate and I have been roped around to our absolute lowest moments since moving to Oklahoma. I have to believe it's a sign that we're meant for something different, something greater.

I so appreciate all of you who have been along with me during all the low moments of my life. I know that in you, I have a private cheering section ready to help lift me up me during my next freak out. In return, I'd like to be there for you. We can support each other during our life journeys and be friends when we feel like we have no one else. We can search for our true callings together and finally, finally, make this world a better place.

xo, Tashina

 

Should I tell you about all the things that have been happening here in Oklahoma? It's been an absolute nightmare. I'll write about it next time.

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