Lost and Found
On Saturday my car was stolen for 10 hours. I don’t know how or why but it was gone for the better part of the day. In that time, I went through all the periods of grieving; I panicked, I got over it, I cried, I felt sad. And then, magically, I found that car. I still can’t believe it.
When I told this story to a friend, he immediately mentioned that it was one of the best metaphors for my life that he’d ever heard. He said, “you lost something that was yours…it was actually taken from you…and you made your peace about it. But because you looked for it, you got it back. And you asked someone to help you find it…and they did.” I tend to live on a metaphorical level anyway…but I think this might be an area in which I’m totally blind. I don’t think it’s unimportant that I never would have seen this side of the story had he not led me to it. Similar to me finding that car; I would’ve looked for a long time and continued to pass over it without a little help from the outside.
What I’m most amazed by is that I’ve come up against a type of problem in my life that I just don’t know how to solve. I feel like I can look and look and literally not be able to see what I’m looking for unless someone else can see it for me…or encourage me to look in a different direction. It’s scary, I absolutely feel there’s no reason to go down that road…but maybe what I’m looking for will be there. Is it possible?
I guess I did find the car.