The road ahead of me is out of sight. I strain to see, but make out nothing but contours. It might make a hard left, or a right, or just fall out from under me – there is no one to ask, because no one can tell.
I think that I must commit to following the road. Commit to trusting the road to take me wherever it wants to go. To let go of all my previous ambitions, of my old preconceptions of how things are and how they should be, of my old ways and of my deepest fears.
Somewhere I know, that in trusting the road I trust myself, and the road will then lead me wherever it is that I need to go. Left or right won’t matter, they will be mere turns along the great journey ahead.
This road is new to me and maybe it is new to all of us.
Let us honor it.
Let us put our fears of change aside.
Let us buckle our seatbelts and embrace the unknown.
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