I haven’t written in a really long time. Life happened, a relationship ended and gardening season quickly came upon me.
Mostly, I just got kind of lost for a little while.
Pretty much intentionally.
Over the years I have learned that sometimes when big life changes occur, it can actually sort of healthy to be lost for a while. In the past, I wouldn’t have been. In the past, I would have immediately and drastically shifted direction – pursuing some sort of overly ambitious goal of mine. Drastic stuff – like training for an Ironman, moving across the country or better yet – literally driving across the whole country.
It’s shock therapy (I am not a doctor, just playing one on the internet) and my goal has always been to broaden my horizons so drastically, I would have no choice but to gain perspective.
It does work.
But it’s usually followed by major moves and career changes, both parts of my life that I absolutely don’t want to change right now.
So this time, I tried to get lost a bit – Going on long walks, tying some caddis flies, eating bad food, long nights playing board games, going on long bike rides, reading really odd books, planting tomatoes (duh) and having great conversations over a bottle of wine with good friends.
Rather than a drastic shift in direction, I walked in circles a bit.
Rather than speeding up, I slowed down.
Rather than intentionally going somewhere, I got intentionally lost.
A few years ago when I was living in Europe, I spend a couple of months locked into my little apartment to write a book.
And now I’ll finish it.