Sometimes life takes you on the wrong path. You lose your way and you discover that you are on the wrong path. It doesn’t matter  how long you’ve been on the right path, because once you are lost, it is hard to get back on track. The further you travel on the wrong path, the worse it gets, and the harder it is to get back home.

In the last month, I have lost my way. Life has overwhelmed me and I strayed back to a place I never thought I would go. As hard as I have worked to get where I wanted to be, I now have to re-trace my steps and figure out a) how I got so lost and b) how to find my way back home.

Home is a place where I feel happy and confident. A place where I am being my best. Living my best life. I don’t like the person I have become. I wonder how, after coming so far, I could go back to a place I never thought I would go again.

The only thing I can do now is find my way home, step by step. One foot in front of the other. Turn around now before I find myself deeper in the woods.

Being lost, feeling lost, is not a place I want to be. No one knows where I am, so I am the only person that can get myself out of this dark place. I know I can do it. I’ve done it before. Once I find my way out, I do not want to get lost again.

So here starts the journey of heading back home. I haven’t been gone that long, so I hope that I will be back soon. And I will learn from my missteps.