I accidentally went on a seven mile run and got lost in being lost. As I looked around, I realized how beautiful everything was while I was lost. I only intended on doing 3 miles, so my legs were tired, my phone was dying, and I had two options: lose it or open my eyes and just embrace what was around me. I realized how important getting lost is. I needed to get off-course in that moment, and I also needed to just find my way out peacefully. Getting lost in the days, months, or years of confusion is normal; looking at the confusion as if it were something purposeful isn’t. Hopefully I can find the beauty when the leaves turn into snow and my fears may grow deeper. Looking at the picture from my trek will be a reminder!