I've been taken aback these last few weeks by all the retrospectives and their universal declaration that the "aughts" were an awful decade. Objectively, it's hard to argue as they trot out disaster after disaster, setback after setback. And when pressed, I recall that as the decade began I had a six-figure salary at a high-flying dot-com, millions to come with the genuinely likely public offering, and a beautiful girlfriend. I had none of those things within a few years. But I need to be reminded of the losses and setbacks and derailed career, because my perception of the story line of the decade is entirely different. For me the aughts weren't awful; they were awesome.
You see, for me the key events of the decade are: reclaiming my sobriety, my conversion and baptism, and feeling and answering the call to return to writing, with a new focus on spiritual work. The past decade has in many ways been the most joyous of my life. It has been a period of spiritual growth, of expanding community, and of a radically increased sense of usefulness and purpose.
There's an obvious connection here. As I said in my column, "Losing your footing and finding the ground", losing the material things that define our lives can shake us into adjusting our focus, our priorities.
But mine is not a neat and tidy conversion story of: "My life was pointless and painful, then I found God, and now everything is rosy." For me, the life stripped away by the dot-com bubble burst and 9/11 did matter and, in many ways, was good. I looked forward to going to work every morning and figuring out how to bring more music into people's lives. My work was both creative and challenging. I lost a good thing. And the same was certainly true of my relationship.