On Achievement and Being a Child of God

I feel like I have written this post before.  In fact, many times when I feel called to write something down, I think that perhaps I have already written about it.  One thing is for sure, I write down my journey here, and sometimes it fits together, and other times I get a particular insight that I didn't have before about some subject that I have written about.

Awhile ago, in one of my counseling sessions with my therapist, she was recounting a recent workshop she went to with Cheryl Richardson, an important and well known guru of self help. [Cheryl Richardson is the author of the Grace Cards I have been using for the past few years.] What she talked about was that at some point in your life, no matter what you are doing or how successful you are, you begin to look around and wonder what you are doing all of it for? You have accomplished your goals or not, and why do you have those particular goals...what are you doing it for, does it make you happy...etc...

I remember my therapist saying something to the effect of "that's what you have been saying all along." Because we had many conversations about what my life meant, and what I was still meant to do, how I was to serve, etc... and I kept insisting I was open to whatever it was God put in front of me on any particular day.  My therapist is wise, but she is younger than I am, and I feel she wasn't able to accept what I was saying about no particular thing that I needed to accomplish.  

Accomplishing things is important, but it is not who I am as a human being.  Each one of us is valuable, legitimately human in our being, not in our doing.  This is not something I instinctively knew and it is not something that I settled on until recently.  After awhile all the striving becomes meaningless, it has no purpose.  This doesn't mean nothing will ever be accomplished again by any means, but my well being, my self esteem is not tied to those accomplishments anymore. I don't need to strive to be human, to be alive.