on mattering and meaning

May 23, 2016


It’s wild to see this in writing, but I’ve helped thousands of people take steps toward finding meaningful work. I’m pretty damn good at it – helping others to find their light and to pursue it fiercely.  My work matters, purpose is my purpose. But there’s a certain loneliness that comes with this work – with helping others figure out their next steps when some days I feel like I’m a hamster on a wheel.

Have you ever felt like this? Like you’re just running in place?

What we all have in common is that we’re searching for meaning and hoping for mattering. Truth is, it’s probably simpler than most of us make it – it’s like Alanis Morissette booping us all on our noses. It’s right here, in front of us.

When you parent children, it matters. When you give someone a moment of your time, when you really listen, it matters. When you stop to help someone who looks lost, it matters. When you’re feeling lonely and you let someone in, it matters. When you hug and kiss and show love, it matters. When you question and dissent and stand up for what’s right, it matters. When you get knocked down and get back up, it matters.

Even hamsters on a wheels matter. They matter to little girls and boys who cradle them in their tiny hands.

A million matters can turn into meaning, if you let them.


[this matters, too.]

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