What's your purpose?

Let's talk about perspective..


The other night I came home from work and I was feeling pretty crappy.


I started watching the 20 year anniversary of September 11th, I only caught the last 10 minutes of the tribute to other people that passed away that day.


The part I caught was where the survivors were talking about how they would like their loved ones to be remembered from that day.. I started crying like a little baby.


I cried for the survivors, I cried for the people who passed away, I cried for the people who were stuck there, but most of all I cried for myself.



I woke up the morning of September 11th, thanking God I was ok, because so many weren't. 🙌


It was a great week the week before.


I was the new apprentice at a salon. I was young, like 19.


The salon sponsored a make over contest. You made over a guest and clients voted for the one they liked best.


I won! I wasn't even in the floor, yet. I couldn't take clients, but I used my sister for my model. Together we won!❤


The prize was an all expenses paid trip to New York City to take a class with my favorite colorist! The owners of the salon went, too.


It was a life changing experience! I tried goat cheese and weird food for the first time.


On September 10, myself and 1 owner were scheduled to come back to Cleveland .


Our flight was canceled 3 separate times because of the weather.


We made it out on the last flight from JFK to Cleveland.


I woke up the morning of September 11 to my cell phone and house phone blowing up, my Dad was in the phone saying,"Yes, she is here. I am sure. She is in bed."


I got up to see what the commotion was.


Just as I turned on the TV, I saw the first plane hitting the World Trade Center.


My heart sank to my toes.💔


One of my bosses extended her trip a couple days to see some friends, she was still there.


There was no phone service, now way to contact her. Our hotel overlooked Central Park West, so she wasn't right there, but was close enough to feel the hotel shake.


It took a couple days to hear from her.


She was ok. She had to quickly pack her bags and flee the city by walking over the Brooklyn Bridge.


I was so lucky to get home.


I will forever be grateful for that experience and the after effects. It truly changed me to be a better person.❤


You see I forgot that I had a purpose here. somewhere and these last 2 years I forgot what my purpose was in this world.


And that is to serve people.


To serve women to make them feel the best about themselves that they can, but because I've as I've been stuck in my own stuff... stuff I couldn't see, I lost my way.


So the moral of this story, is for all of us to remember that we all have a purpose here.


That we've all escaped harm or or death in some way and that there's a greater purpose for us being here.


I'm not sure what yours is but I'm sure if you just sit back relaxed and think about it you'll figure it out.


I know that I know, that I know....

Once I re-discovered my purpose I feel alive again.


What's your purpose?

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I am Beth Younkin. I love my job. Making women feel beautiful and confident is my jam! I am a Mom to 5! I have 3 kids, Tyler is 19, Alina is 17 and Raiden is 12. I have two dogs. Shield is a Mastiff