A Picture & 100 Words: The Joy of Losing Oneself


The Joy of Losing Oneself

Feeling lost? Good.

That means you’re searching. Searching means you’re on the edge of something real.

I beat my mid-life crisis to the punch.

At 38, I had a successful marketing business. My income was increasing by the month, but I spent almost every waking hour at my desk.

I was lost. I booked a flight to Greece without a plan. On a tiny island, after five days of fasting, I interrogated myself and scrawled some truth onto a steamed shower door:

  • Where do you want to live? Spain.
  • Do you want kids? Yes. Two.
  • What do you want to do? Write and take photos.

Now I’m living in Spain. I write and take pictures every day. As for the kids, I don't have any yet, though being a "funcle" is the best unpaid gig around.

For me, getting lost was just the first step to being found.

If you’re feeling lost, go off and face your shadow. Then, dance with it. With an aligned head and heart, answer the big questions.

When I feel misaligned, I know it's time to hit nature.

Book a cabin in the woods. Bring nothing but a notebook and a pen. Leave your phone in the car.

No friends. No food. No pets. No cigarettes.

Spend the time meditating and writing. Come Sunday, as you drive away, thank your old self for showing up ... for having the courage to sit with hard memories and banish half-truths.

It was that very person who brought you to the doorstep of change, a place from which you could remember that you are part and particle of stars, born out of supernovas.

Choose to see the magic in getting lost, and you will find a better life on the other side.


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