Lost...But Only Mostly

I can't sleep...it's almost 4:00 a.m...so I decided to write. This is what came out:

When I was about 5 years old, my family and I were at the beach. At some point during the day, I decided I had had enough of the beach and wanted to walk back to the house where we were staying. So, I got started. I walked along the busy street thinking I was headed in the right direction. When I passed a bum on the sidewalk, or a specific store, I would convince myself I had seen it before and that I was going in the right direction. After what seemed like an hour, but was probably only 10 minutes, I decided I was lost, stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, turned around to face the direction I had come, and waited for my parents to come find me. I don't remember being scared or even nervous, somehow I just knew they would come and I would be fine. Five minutes later they came and found me. 

I share this story because often I feel like I did during this experience; knowing I am lost, but convincing myself I'm not; till I finally admit I am lost and decide to look back at where I have been, knowing something familiar will find me and help me get back to where I want to be. 

Sometimes I think of these familiar things as my "Somedays". In a way, they are who I am, my dreams, my hopes for life, and my guide for the past and future. I know when I am lost, I can always go back to the list of things that I want to accomplish in life, and find myself in one of those "Somedays". I know right now I am lost, but my "Somedays" will find me again, and everything will be fine. You'll have to stay-tuned for my next blog post...I already know what Someday I am going to work on and it's surprised even me, since it wasn't actually on the list!!!