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Personal Mission Impossible: "What am I all about?"




Honestly, I've written a dozen personal mission statements and have been part of the process of creating them for groups and businesses. They have been mostly words.  Words on a template.

I'm trying to rework my own right now. For continuing education, for independent contracting and for my resume. 

Writing a mission seems a mission impossible at the moment.

In fact, someone asked me the other day, "What do you do now?"  It is sometimes difficult to understand a mission outside of a job. As a culture, we want boxes, silos and job descriptions.

 I've never been put easily put in a box.  

So, why am I trying to put myself in one now?

 True to nature, I am successfully complicating it.  I have worked through Dan Miller's template to a mission statement in addition to googling, reading and finally asking my wise husband.

 Him:  "What are you all about?"
Me:     Pfff "What am I not about?" (Yes, with attitude as I give him the plethora current study.)
Him:   "I don't care what so and so tells you.  It's a good place to start, but you need a paper and a       pen  and need to wrestle through the question."
Me:    "But..."
Him:  "But nothing.  You need to focus on what you want and not seek everyone's opinion."
Me:    .....

 So, what am I all about?

 WHAT?

 What do I want said of me at my funeral?  What words do I want describing me in google search?  What are some descriptions I want people to remember me by?  What do I want people to know is important to me?

  • Loving
  • Open & Accepting
  • Believing
  • Family
  • Learning
  • Passionate
  • Courageous
  • Impacting
  • Visionary
  • Tenacious
  • Activating
  • Changing
  • Restoring
  • Connecting
  • Engaging
  • Reflecting
WHO?
  • My husband
  • My boys
  • My family
  • My church
  • My friends
  • Families
  • Providers
  • Systems

 OUTCOMES:
  • Leave a legacy for my children's children
  • Be a church loving and accepting the broken and lost and confronting abuses of every kind
  • See families heal relationships, reflect and grow,  identify their own strengths, challenges and dreams and move forward
  • See providers and systems connected and engaging those they serve
Now for a sentence?  An 8 word sentence?

 "Impacting families, churches and communities to value and restore relationships through reflection, learning, growing and connecting to each other."


Hmmm, it's a work in process.  Maybe, that's the point.










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