On a card

We didn’t come here to fit in.

We came here to be who we are.

We didn’t come here to work.

We came here to live our dreams.

We didn’t come here for the stuff.

We came here to love each other.

We didn’t come here by accident.

We came here with a purpose

that is uniquely our own.


One little pleasure for me has always been to peruse greeting cards, especially in artsy shops, book stores, and a favorite old time printing press establishment in downtown Portland.

Cards are an attainable art form. They’re funny. They’re often just perfect for someone I love. I’ve framed more than one or two over the years. Chosen with care and thought, I believe they’re a meaningful way to let someone know they’re on my mind and in my heart.

Maybe, in a small way, it’ll make their day. If my intention makes its way to them, the greeting will make them smile and feel virtually hugged.

No boxed cards with the same sentiment and stale artwork from me.

The sentiment above was on a card I found at Wal-Mart years ago. The artwork on the card doesn’t fit the verbiage. ┬áBut I’ve hung it in my workspace and on my fridge…moving it from time to time so I remember to really see it.

Be who you are and don’t worry about fitting in wherever it is you may sometimes feel you “should” fit in. At work? In your family? Your gym of choice? Your church? Wherever……you didn’t come to fit in – so let it go and be your gloriously, individually perfect self.

You came here to live your dreams – I absolutely believe this. And if you have to work to make those dreams come true (and who among us doesn’t?) then the work has meaning and a purpose when we keep our dreams close.

We know by now that we didn’t come here for the stuff.

We certainly know we came here to love and lift and comfort and laugh.

And it’s in knowing our purpose that we find joy.

Actually, I believe by now in my life and have known and suspected all along – that joy IS our purpose.

Returning to Paris (or its neighboring countryside with frequent jaunts into Paris) is a dream I’m working toward. Staying joyful in the thought of it as I go about my days is how I intentionally progress toward its realization.

Did a certain line or two of this resonate with you?

Don’t you love it when you serendipitously come across a treasure that inspires you for years?

4 thoughts on “On a card

  1. Just one more way that we are kindred spirits, I’ve always been a lover of certain greeting cards and I so love the words of the one you shared but your words gently nudge my heart places where I need to remember … thank you, again.

  2. I love this, Barb — especially the no identical boxed cards part. I, too, much prefer picking out just the right card for just the right person (Domer says I’m keeping Hallmark in business, ha!) But seriously, the right card can say what we sometimes don’t know how to say, right?

    I love the last three lines of this poem. They speak of intention. Plan. Action. And Individuality. We’re all unique, and this card seems to celebrate that!
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    1. Do you have stock in Hallmark, Debbie? You must keep your Gold Crown card smokin…. (Do they still have those?)

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