The Purpose of Life is a Life with Purpose

I’m kinda feeling like a boat with no rudder, like I’m running but with nothing to run towards.

I had a wonderful goal – to establish a charity that would help FM sufferers who needed help, financially and emotionally. The initial aim was to start in Victoria and then move on to the remainder of Australia. I couldn’t even get 50 Victorian sufferers who were willing to give me their names so I could show that we needed this kind of help.

And then, of course, my plans were (essentially) shot down in flames by Arthritis Victoria – but, then again, who can blame them? If Victorian sufferers don’t think we deserve some help, why should other Victorians?

But, it leaves me rudderless.

I shall continue to try to raise awareness, and use all funds collected from my shops and donation page (hmm…need not worry about that one as no-one has donated a cent) towards making posters, postcards and brochures, etc and distributing them in any way I can but, I no longer have a specific goal – which makes me sad and kinda makes it difficult to muster the desire to write about stuff…

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