Ever walk into a room and forget why you’re there?
Or looked for your car in one place only to remember you parked it in another lot?
Or gotten lost trying to find a location you thought you remembered how to get to?
Most of us understand what it’s like to have an imperfect memory. But forgetting the location of your car is innocuous compared to forgetting your dreams. Yet it happens to most people at some point in our lives. If we’re blessed, we eventually find our way back to the path that’ll lead us to our vision.
I’ve had a couple of major re-routes in my life, and it ain’t easy. But I’ve learned from them and gotten stronger and wiser from having to navigate the roads of change. I’ve become well versed in what I call the art of re-routing.
That’s why my theme this year is The Courageous Compass. It takes courage to change, to veer off into your own new adventure when it seems everyone else is cruising in another direction.
To help you discover and navigate with your courageous compass, I’m going to tell the tale of how I’ve gotten lost in the past and what I did to get back on track. By retracing my steps, you might be spared a few wrong turns and dead ends.
As we go along, I hope we can compare maps. Maybe even compile an atlas for a future generation.
In the meantime, I want to ask: Are you on the right path? What exactly are you doing on this road? How’d you end up where you are? Have you had that scratching-my-head moment yet? Have you looked around and felt a bit apprehensive about what you saw? Maybe you’re going in circles. Maybe you keep coming to that same intersection and you keep taking that same left turn, knowing it never leads to where you’re supposed to go.
I’ve had all those feelings before, in the architecture studio, in the classroom as a teacher, and on the church pew. Can you feel me? Tell me about it!