“Purpose begins when the noise ends.”

After the holidays, something shifts.
The anticipation dissolves and the adrenaline fades, the rooms quiet.
What remains isn’t emptiness, it’s space.

This is the moment many people fall off a cliff.
The busyness stops, and without realizing it, so does the sense of direction.
But this pause is not a loss.
It’s a hand-off, one season releasing, another waiting to be chosen.

Purpose doesn’t arrive loudly here.
It waits for attention.

The season exhales.
The baton is offered.
Nothing rushes you,
but something invites you.

Purposeful Practice:
Today, choose one thing on purpose.
One walk, one pause, one sentence written.
Not because you should, but because you decided.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, we explore how purpose is built through the smallest choices, not the biggest plans.