Lost. Misplaced. Out of my element. Disconnected. Sad. Confused. Anxious. Weary. Distressed. Tired. Worn out. Hopeless. Weak.
Those are the street names that I have walked recently.
I can’t seem to find Happy Street or Confident Street. Not even OK Street.
I have walked those streets before. I know they are there. But I can’t find them. No matter how I wander about in my head looking for them, I can’t get back to them. I’m lost.
I’m not facing any terrible, life-altering event. I haven’t recently come through a devastating time full of sadness and loss. It’s nothing more than a regular life with regular responsibilities and regular stresses. And yet, some days I feel as though I can’t go on.
Through all of these one-way streets, diagonal intersections, roundabouts and back roads, I have forgotten what leads me back to Happy Street.
But I have great reminders, if I only remember to reach out and use them…
I have friends who care. And who suffer from similarly side-tracked lives.
So, thanks to one of those great friends for a great talk; for connecting when I felt so disconnected. Walking the streets together as we look for the streets that we remember from better days, makes being lost so much less scary.