That’s kind of how this last year has felt for me. The reminders of the path forward are never far away even though I can’t always see the path in front of me. There have been a lot of moments where I have had to trust my instincts when I take those first steps forward.
I sit as I wait for my car to charge. I’m sitting longer than normal because my destination (about 16 miles away) doesn’t have charging and I want to have a good start to the trip home. So I have time to reflect on my drive today and the week ahead of me.
It was my instinct that pushed me to sign up for this course. I’m apprehensive about the course and my classmates. And although I’ve been to this center twice before in the last six years, I’ve never figured out a good place to park while I check in so I’m apprehensive about the logistics of my arrival.
So every step today has felt like a step onto a path I cannot see. And it follows a couple of weeks of grief filled storms where I feel like I’ve lost my path and the momentum I’ve built up over recent months.
I guess the heavy, isolated rainstorms are quite fitting. I guess we shall see where this week takes me.
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