The metaphor in the piece below will stick with me for a long time. Let me know what you think.
I found meaning in everything around me – the people I cared for, the jobs I did, the organizations I belonged to…I forgot to look inside.
When all of those things are stripped away and I am left in the disconcerting silence, pondering who I am, the urge grips me to just busy myself with something else. Find meaning in that.
But not this time.
I have been happily trying to make sense of this “alone” time, using it as best I can to learn how to help my students, stick to my little routines of health and fitness, and do a bit more reading than I usually have time for.
But in the midst of this time on my own, suddenly I channel thoughts that say “I am not important to anyone.” Or ones that whisper “Everyone else is special except for you” or even “I don’t like myself”…
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