I love when conversations pop. Sizzle from meaningfulness. Snap from right-on resonance. Yes, someone else has that same hairy-fear… or grandiose goal. Our quivering hopes and dares don’t alienate us. They actually connect us. Get that.
Anyway, I was enjoying one of those poppin’, sizzlin’, beautiful conversations-that-connect, and the (amazing, grounded, productive) person I was talking to said she felt lost. She shows up for her (many) responsibilities. She lives up to her own super-high standards of excellence. And, despite all that, she feels lost.
I sat with that. With her. And, soon, these two thoughts rose in me:
- It is good to feel lost… because it proves you have a navigational sense of where “Home” is. You know that a place that feels like being found exists. And maybe your current location isn’t that place but, Hallelujah, that unsettled, uneasy feeling of lost-ness just brought you closer to it.
- The journey, ultimately, is inward. So the gas-station attendant, or culture-at-large, or even your lover, career-counselor or parent, don’t have the most exquisite directions for you. Their insight is based on their filtered interpretations. Even as this blog post is based on my filtered interpretations. Your most exquisite directions — the ones that will lead you to bliss that can be lived — will only reveal themselves through your filtered interpretations.
Filter. Interpret. And then go on your merry way.