I mean, where do you go, to find yourself?
Where do you re-group, resource yourself, check in? Where do you go to validate yourself? Where do you go to make sense and meaning from your interaction with the world, with life? Where do you check for congruence with you?
Maybe you meditate, or do yoga? Maybe you listen to music? Maybe you walk? Maybe you run? Maybe you sit alone and reflect quietly looking out of the window?
Maybe you don’t do something or go anywhere?
Maybe instead it’s an entirely internal process? Maybe you step outside of yourself and look – in your mind’s eye as it were? Maybe you go inside and connect with a feeling? Listen to your heart? Check out your gut feel? Maybe you have a known sense of you, a deep sense of self, a sense of your soul? Maybe you calibrate against that?
And what do you get from doing whatever you do?
Is it a way to preserve yourself? A way to survive? Is it a way to regroup? Is it about balance? Is it about correcting your course? Is it to find meaning? Is it to make sense? Is it so you know you haven’t lost yourself? Is it about resourcing yourself for the next step? Is it just a warm safe place? Maybe you just want to be sure of you?
“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
“Pooh!” he whispered.
“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw. “I just wanted to be sure of you.”
Be your own Piglet.
Be sure of your Pooh.