What’s YOUR Purpose?

How do you discover your real purpose in life? I’m not talking about your job, your daily responsibilities, or even your long-term goals. I mean the real reason why you’re here at all — the very reason you exist.

Perhaps you’re a rather nihilistic person who doesn’t believe you have a purpose and that life has no meaning. Doesn’t matter. Not believing that you have a purpose won’t prevent you from discovering it, just as a lack of belief in gravity won’t prevent you from tripping. Most likely though if you don’t believe you have a purpose, then you probably won’t believe what I’m saying anyway, but even so, what’s the risk of investing an hour just in case?

If you want to discover your true purpose in life, you must first empty your mind of all the false purposes you’ve been taught (including the idea that you may have no purpose at all).

So how to discover your purpose in life? Live consciously and courageously, to resonate with love and compassion, to awaken the great spirits within others, and to leave this world in peace.

When you find your own unique answer to the question of why you’re here, you will feel it resonate with you deeply. The words will seem to have a special energy to you, and you will feel that energy whenever you read them.

Discovering your purpose is the easy part. The hard part is keeping it with you on a daily basis and working on yourself to the point where you become that PURPOSE!

Finding True Love…

Toni Coleman wrote a great article on finding your true love and I wanted to share it..So here it is,Enjoy!

So many people these days say “I live life to the fullest” but do they really know what it means to actually do that? Most of these people seem to use it as a claim that they know what it means to push life’s limits as if they have some superior way of living. What do these people do that the rest of us aren’t?

It seems that most of these people are thrill-seekers. They jump out of planes, climb mountains, bungee jump off bridges, dabble in drugs on the premise that if they’re willing to ‘try anything once’ that means they’re living life to its fullest. Not everything has to be tried once and there doesn’t have to be a first time for everything (as the commercial with the drunk girl puking in the toilet states).

The reason these thrill-seekers think they live life to the fullest is because while they’re doing these thrilling activities, they’re in the moment. They have a heightened sense of awareness. The problem with most of these thrill-seekers is that they try to convince others to live life their way as if it’s the only way to truly live. It’s not.

In order to truly live life to its fullest, you have to truly enjoy every minute of every moment all the time. You have to be so absorbed in wonder of what is going on around you, so connected to life that you are one with it all and appreciate what it has to offer, good and bad. Yes, that sounds very Zen but it’s true.

It’s great that these full life livers believe they have unlocked the secret to the fullest life and some of them, no doubt, have. Others use this as an excuse to avoid their responsibilities, claiming that it’s not important or getting worried over nothing and they don’t worry about the past or the future because they’re too busy living life in the moment.

If you live life without fear, without excuses, face up to your responsibilities, consider others, love with all your heart and cry with all your soul, do what you love or love what you do and appreciate everyone and everything around you and then maybe you’ll be close to living life to the fullest.

In this technological world where we’re becoming trained to do ten things at once and can’t, as a result, manage to do any one of them to the best of our abilities, it takes great concentration and a conscious decision for someone to live to the fullest. That’s the primary key – decision. You can live your life or you can let life live you.

Is It What You Say….

Or How You Say It?

I think we all realize the power of body language and tone of voice.

Saying “Have a great day” with a smile vs. “Have a great day” with your teeth clenched and your brow tensed, are two totally different experiences.

In business, who you are being and how you are saying it is the difference between making the sale and not making the sale.

The study done by Albert Mehrabian explains it best. Read the article here:



Toooooooo Funny

Usually, I hate forwarded “joke” emails but this one is just too funny. Thank you Brian…I appreciate your sense of humor! If you decide to read this, be prepared to laugh!

Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife. A guy who
purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their anniversary submitted

Last weekend I saw something at Larry’s Pistol & Pawn Shop
that sparked my interest.. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I
was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie.

What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser.
The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no
long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time
to retreat to safety….??


Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home.
I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.

Nothing! I was disappointed.

I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND
pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I’d get the blue
arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.


Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that
burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to
myself that it couldn’t be all that bad with only two triple-A
batteries, right?

There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on
intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and
thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood
moving target.

I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a
fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat.

But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to
protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it
would work as advertised.

Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my
reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions
in one hand, and taser in another.

The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and
disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause
muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst
would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out
of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the

All the while I’m looking at this little device measuring
about 5′ long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really
and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself,
‘no possible way!’

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I’ll
do my best…?

I’m sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head
cocked to one side as to say, ‘don’t do it dipshit,’ reasoning that a
one second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn’t hurt all
that bad.

I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck
of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and .

I’m pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side
door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the
carpet, over and over and over again.

I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal
position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire,
testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in
the oddest position, and tingling in my legs?

The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard
before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace,
obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all
over the living room.

Note: If you ever feel compelled to ‘mug’ yourself with a
taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst
when you zap yourself!

You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged
from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second
burst would be considered conservative?


A minute or so later (I can’t be sure, as time was a
relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had
left), sat up and surveyed the landscape.

&n bsp; My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the
fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from
where it originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were
still twitching.

My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and
my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the drooling.

Apparently I shit myself, but was too numb to know for
sure and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my
head which I believe came from my hair.

I’m still looking for my nuts and I’m offering a
significant reward for their safe return!!

P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens
me with it!

‘If you think Education is difficult, try being stupid.’