Good Morning, Let’s get going.
Sometimes we get lost. I shit you not.
Before smartphones, people carried fucking maps. It was a necessity for every vehicle to have a map. And once you got lost, you had to find your place on that map. Unlike the map at the mall there is no you are here arrow. You had to figure that shit out on your own.
In life we get lost. There are maps. Maps of human experience. Metrics of benchmarks that tell us at what age we should be somewhere. Each culture or society having its own way to measure. We use comparison with our peers to gauge where we should be. Back in the day we had two things, tv and outside appearances to gauge how someone else’s life was. We had no idea they were melting down and drinking themselves to death; today they post about it on Facebook.
Being lost is temporary. Once you figure out where you are, you are no longer lost.
Once you find yourself on a street map, you can get to where you want to go. Unlike a geological map in life, if you figure out where you are, it is generally a new beginning. That’s fucking right. We mentally hit a reset. We start over. We are refucking born. We have to opportunity to set a new destination. We don’t rewrite our story, we close the book and get on with writing a new one.
We are at the halfway point of the year. We all have fallen short of goals. It is time to adjust and attack. Not so at the end of the year you can see how far you have come. No, so at the end of the year you can see the difference in who you are. In life, it is always a journey of becoming.
Later Gator 🐊
Nino
Nino Olson 