We read a lot today about how men are “lost.” I get it. I have felt that way at times as well, and it hasn’t made me feel good to admit it.
Like when I was bushwhacking solo in the Catskills and forgot to pack my compass. It was late afternoon when I realized I was “lost” descending from High Peak summit.
I had the mindfulness then to stop, take some long deep breaths and clear my head. I had constructed my life in a way that I knew who I was and that I had the skills to survive.
I was infinitely capable of finding my way “home.”
