Put this in the “Everything is a metaphor for everything else” category:
We all have times in our lives when we don’t know what’s next. Something we counted on is gone, a person or a place or a job. Times of transition are often like this—“I knew what to expect in the last phase; I don’t know what’s next.”
The micro version of this is what happens when we forget what we want to say next in a presentation or a speech. We were on solid ground, and then it feels like we’ve walked off the edge of a cliff. Unmoored.
In both situations, we need to look for our intention. Why were we here in the first place? What can we hold onto that pulls us back to who we are and what we want to achieve?
