As I have referenced before , somehow it has fallen into my purview as the guidance counselor to be responsible for lost and found items. The lost and found bin is located in the front office and every Thursday I put all the items out on the walkway in front of the office so they will catch the eye of every parent and student who walks by. I don't know how this happened (however, the last line of my job description is "Other duties as assigned" so I guess this counts) but I just accept that package. Like so many other things in my work world, I can make that part of the job fit.
Yes, it fits. I have been lost in life before and I do believe I am lost again. The last time I wrote about this, I was just discovering my current lack of direction. I've been siting with it now for several months and finding myself curious and a little impatient with this place where I stand. I accuse myself of being a coward because, in my foggy and cloudy world, I stay on the bluff. I look over the ocean of opportunities but I won't move from the bluff. It's cold out here on the edge. I can't see very far . But I do have a blanket around me, and I can see some sunshine over to the northwest. I look with hope at that piece of blue sky which appears to be blowing the fog south. I wonder how long it will be until my edge of the cliff is in the sunlight. I wonder if the clear view will help me find my way? The thing is, when you stand on a cliff by the ocean you must always be prepared for cold wind, for fog, for dampness. You really can't be concerned about much more than holding on to your footing. It's a long and rocky drop to the beach below. It's good to breathe in the ocean air. It's good to let the mist from the waves brush your face. It's good to stand and just be. Who knows? Maybe you will see something on the horizon that will point you in some direction. Try it.