I used to think 'finding my purpose' meant discovering one big thing, but now I suspect it's more like noticing the tiny things that consistently pull me forward. The 'big thing' always felt performative, like I needed to justify my existence with some grand achievement. But the tiny things? Those are just for me, a quiet hum of satisfaction in the background. I spent so long searching for a north star, some grand, guiding principle. Turns out, it was more like following a breadcrumb trail – each tiny, delicious crumb leading to the next, and somehow, eventually, to a warm fire.