The Art of Living Lost: (Fill in the Blank)

0045_JeanetteLast night a friend texted me that he’d screwed up.

For the following hour he shared personal stories shrouded in fear, loneliness and loss.  Since I have experience is these areas, I doled out some comforting words that ultimately led to a small conversation about denial.

Admittedly denial is my happy place.  It’s a ton easier to flounce through life in denial then to face the facts about yourself, who you are and why you do what you do.  Denial is a great protective place, as it gives you time to rest and rejuvenate.  Unfortunately, you can’t live there.  Most times, your spirit moves you out by presenting you with opportunities.  Other times you need a friendly nudge.

He needed a nudge.  I did not.

Last night, when John said he didn’t know who he really wanted to be, I realized this was an opportunity to explain how I came to write of The Art of Loving Lost and how The Art of Living Lost helped me see the everyday joys that are abundant in my life.  This conversation made me wonder; have I ever shared the genesis of  The Art of Living Lost with my lovely, loyal readers?  After all, it’s such a simple concept.

Let me explain,

In the absence of any real sense of direction, I just did what made me happy; which in turn, brought me great joy.  Along the way I discovered new things that led me to more joyous adventures.  I ran great trails, traveled to amazing places and met new people who in, turn introduced me to new things which I’ve explored and shared.  The opportunities just keep flowing. 

My spirit is always at work.

There’s a great quote I’d like to share:

“The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one’s appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.”

— Amelia Earhart

The more I explore, the more I feel the comfort of coming home.

The more people I meet, the more I understand it may be possible to love again.

The more I share myself, the more I realize my companion may not necessarily be a little black dog.

I loved writing this BLOG.

Have a great week,