Life in the Last Place

I had a “last place”, a certain and definite one. It was definitely a solid place, a distinguished place, one that I thought was the end all of places for me. But, like all places go, they are fluid parts in this ocean of life. Like the ocean we see defined and established waves. We can see large white caps as the energy breaks on the surface, and we know then that the “place” that wave existed in, is now past.

My oceans waves seemed to crash in one after the other.

Looking back on my “last place”, Namibia, my waves seemed to grow larger and larger with every obstacle. But then the energy they created fueled the relationships built, and fueled the connections I got to make with beautiful people.

The funny thing about the “last place” is that now we are in a new place, and we can look back on the “last place” with different colored glasses. Sometimes we can glamourize that place, other times we look back with disdain. We all have our reasons for the colored lenses that we choose, but have you ever stopped to think about your choice before you make up your mind.

Maybe your “last place” was really hard, lonely, and just plain awful. How in the world are you supposed to view that place with rose-colored glasses? I am by no means saying I have all the answers, but I have had to face the same question.

My “last place” was full of it all. Joy, pain, loss, love and any other noun you could conjure up. In the coming out of that place, and into this new and all together confusing one, I had to make a choice. I had to choose to accept the way things ended. I had to choose to believe in the unknown reason for my sudden departure. I had to choose the color of lenses I was going to look back with on this place in my life with!

So choose your glasses. Pick a color, but remember the choice is yours. The “last place” doesn’t always have to lurk over your head with the questions of what ifs and what should have beens.