{"id":9195,"date":"2026-10-06T23:31:22","date_gmt":"2026-10-07T03:31:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/greetings4good.org\/?p=9195"},"modified":"2026-10-06T23:31:23","modified_gmt":"2026-10-07T03:31:23","slug":"i-think-i-finally-know-what-im-here-to-do","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/greetings4good.org\/index.php\/2026\/10\/06\/i-think-i-finally-know-what-im-here-to-do\/","title":{"rendered":"I Think I Finally Know What I\u2019m Here to Do"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

When I first began thinking about creating affirmation decks, I honestly didn’t think anyone would want them besides me. I knew I wanted them. I knew I needed them. I knew there were days when I needed someone, or something, to remind me that I was worthy, capable, loved and still moving forward. But I never imagined that those little decks of cards would become one of the most meaningful ways I have ever found to share love with another human being.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over the last three years, something has happened that I didn’t quite see coming. The decks have become my soul’s mission. And over the last three days, I have been reminded of that in a way I cannot ignore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Between the Purple Door event and The Witching Hour in Buffalo, I gave away no less than 350 affirmation cards. Three hundred and fifty little messages of encouragement, love and hope went out into the world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I offer them from a little bowl handmade by my father-in-law, Jim, who passed away one year ago this Saturday. There is something about that that feels especially meaningful to me. I offer the bowl, someone chooses a card, they turn it over and read the message, and 99% of the time, something happens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sometimes they laugh. Sometimes they cry. Sometimes their entire face changes and I can see the joy come over them. Sometimes they read the card and then grip it tightly against their chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Most of the time, I don’t ask what the card said. It feels too personal. But people often tell me anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“This is the mantra I’ve been saying to myself for the last ten days.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“This is exactly what I needed to hear.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“This is the message I just received.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“This is what my therapist has been telling me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“This is what my friend said to me yesterday.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And every single time, I stand there a little stunned<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because I don’t think it is me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I really don’t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I feel like the middle woman. The vessel. I am the person who has gathered the tools, created the art, written the words and made a little doorway through which a message can travel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The rest belongs to something much bigger than me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Call it the universe. Call it spirit. Call it God. Call it whatever makes sense in your own heart. I don’t need to define it to know that something is happening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is something that feels almost holy about watching a person receive a message they needed at exactly the moment they needed it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And over these last three days, I was affirmed again and again that what I am doing matters. That it has value. That perhaps this strange collection of things I have spent my life learning how to do has been leading me here all along.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a very long time, I searched for my purpose. I wondered what I was supposed to be doing with this one wild, complicated, beautiful life. I looked for the path, as though one day I would suddenly discover it laid out in front of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now I am beginning to understand something. Maybe I have known it all along. Maybe I have simply been collecting the tools.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Graphic design. Painting. Drawing. Writing. Mixed media. Color. Texture. Storytelling. Making things with my hands. Learning how to communicate. Learning how to listen. Learning how to connect with people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have spent decades filling a toolbox without fully understanding what I was building.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now I can see it.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The decks are one tool. The affirmation letters are another. My art is another. The way I write, the way I create, the way I facilitate experiences for other people, all of it seems to be part of the same larger purpose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The monthly affirmation letters especially have become something I treasure. Each month, I send out a piece of art, a message, reflection, encouragement and a little invitation to pause. It gives someone permission to take a little time for themselves, to center, to breathe and remember that they are supported and loved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And somehow, those letters seem to be arriving at the right time too. That means more to me than I can possibly explain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I feel incredibly honored.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I am filled with a kind of quiet joy that is difficult to put into words. Giddy isn’t quite the word. I am not jumping around the room. It is something deeper than that. It is the feeling of purpose. A quiet sense of recognition. A feeling that after all these years of searching, I may finally understand what I am supposed to be doing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is so much darkness in the world right now. I cannot fix all of it. Neither can you. But perhaps I can make one small spark. Perhaps I can put a little light into an envelope. Perhaps I can create a card that someone carries home in their pocket. Perhaps I can make a piece of art that reminds someone that they are still here, still worthy, still loved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Perhaps I can facilitate a moment of connection between a human being and the message they most need to hear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That feels like enough.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

More than enough.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It feels like a gift.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

So I am grateful. Grateful for the people who have trusted these messages. Grateful for every person who has held a card to their heart. Grateful for every tear, every laugh, every “How did you know?” Grateful for Jim’s little bowl. Grateful for all the tools I have picked up along the way, even the ones I didn’t understand at the time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And grateful for this strange, winding path that brought me here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I spent a long time looking for my purpose. Perhaps it was never hiding. Perhaps I was simply gathering the tools I would need to recognize it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And now, finally, I think I know.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am here to make art from the heart. I am here to spread a little love. <\/em>I am here to help hold a light for someone else when the world feels dark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I am incredibly honored to be the vessel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sending you so much love, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Susan<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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