Un-homed But Not Unhinged: Figuring it all out someday
Somehow my week off has gotten busier than expected the last couple of days. There are people I know, mostly younger, who know me from a capacity of offering advice and wisdom. So suddenly they’re showing up on my doorstep and digging into some deep thoughts and ponderings. I guess it’s what the new year represents: a time of reflection and direction seeking.
As I’ve listened and watched them I see that they are struggling honestly with issues and ideas. Rather than assume what their experiences and emotions are, they are questioning themselves: Breakups and new relationships, life choices in careers that do or don’t speak to what is in their hearts, or even how they interact with the people and the world around them. I look at them and remind myself what it was like for me at those ages and stages of my life. Sometimes I like what I recall and sometimes not.
When I do look at myself through those lenses of young honesty and struggle it’s helping me rediscover some of myself too. Success and failure are notions that being unhomed has truly challenged me to reconsider. When I wake up feeling cramped from the floor or a nap in the back seat it’s easy to focus on the failure part. But what I find interesting is that none of these younger folks sees any failure in what my situation is. Instead they see me working on things in my own ways and there’s a mutual respect that arises. Somehow that is encouraging me that I’m going to be OK.
So here’s to a New Year of opportunity and life moving forward. Be safe.
Previous posts in this series:
- The Good, The Bad
- From The Heart
- Does Anyone Really See Me?
- Keeping Perspective
- Showers at the Natatorium
- Achieving Homelessness