I am at a crossroad. There is a signpost with a whole bunch of nameless signs and a bunch of roads going off in directions in which I don’t know the destinations. But I am not scared, I’m excited about which path I might take, however scary those first few steps may be.
I guess it’s kind of like one of those ‘choose your own adventure’ books from your childhood. I actually always appeared to take the path that ended suddenly, so I lost interest pretty quickly and put the book away. I didn’t like choosing my own adventure because there seemed to be a dumb ending of nothingness. I wanted a clear, well-lit path to stroll down with butterflies and candy flowers like in Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.
The reality was that there were stones that I tripped up on or holes I’d fall into and sometimes I looked down at my stubbed toes and cried out loud wondering why I was always the one stubbing my toe and why does it hurt so damn much? Then I wondered why I have toes, because they always get stubbed. And then I begrudgingly accepted that without toes, I’d be way out of kilter.
And then one day I looked up from the path that I was walking down and saw the sunshine and flowers and my toes didn’t hurt so much anymore. That I come across forks, t-intersections, roundabouts and traffic lights and that I get to choose which way I want to go, I get to choose my own adventure.
So here I am, at my crossroad with the scars healing on my toes wondering which path to take. I trust that I’ll make a decision that I will learn along the way and that there will be pretty scenic vistas to look at, with tons of yummy candy blooms!