Sometimes, when I look at people's shiny life and work on social media, I wonder what's wrong with me. I feel like I am the only one struggling to find my place in the world.
I know that's not true, yet that's what I feel.
The question now is, why am I sharing this today?
The first reason is that writing is how I process what happens in my life and, in particular, what I feel about what I experience.
Obviously, I can do it without sharing it. I have plenty of unpublished ramblings. On that, I don't have a clear answer. I just feel that I need to.
Anyway, it all started after yet another conversation in which I struggled to tell people who I am and what I do.
Kind of the story of my life. Even when I had a job and an official label on my business cards, I couldn't clearly tell others, and myself too, what I did. However, it didn't feel like a real problem at that time. I had a job, a series of goals and tasks. I didn't really need that clarity as long as I was doing something valuable for the company I was working for.
Now, I am on my own, and it's a whole different game.
So, over and over, I find myself facing puzzled looks when I try to explain who I am and what I do. And to be honest, I'm puzzled too.
This morning, sitting in a rocking chair for my meditation, I wondered about all this. And I realised that the problem is not telling who I am or what I do. The problem is knowing it in the first place. And probably not even that. Because when I am doing something that I love, like writing, or creating value for others, like being with the beautiful people of the newly started program for future legendary innovators, all these thoughts vanish. Gone, like magic.
So, maybe that's the trick. Doing more of what I love and stop worrying about telling about it.
Anyway, I just want you to know that if you're struggling to find your place in the world, you're not alone.
I'm here, nowhere with you.