this isn’t a golf game…but we’ve got etiquette.
the art of feeling lost
do you ever stop and look around, take a deep breath and wonder how the fuck you ended up in your own shoes?
last night i left a music venue in chula vista, ca; less than 20 miles from the mexican border i sat in the backseat of my own car with CT license plates, someone i barely knew was driving, van morrison was on the radio and i was drinking wine out of a red solo cup….and i was so happy. i couldn’t stop smiling. why? because for the life of me i could not explain to myself the events that led up to this seemingly meaningless one. I was lost in my own life. Liberation at its finest. losing sight of all our goals and purposes and holding on to genuine happiness is one of those rare and unexpected gifts that can not be earned or explained only gifted to you when life thinks you need it.
