I can't believe I actually just made that pun, but Oh Well. It's Out There. I Did It.
This week was a pisser. I am at a crossroads in my life, the likes of which have inspired many a random, sappy coming of age movie and, much as a beloved wise young man has reminded me, all stories are but one main plotline with varying settings and themes or characters, and all of them are merely archetypes of the truth, which we can always approximate, yet never fully articulate in words.
I'm getting away from myself. Running away with myself. Suffice to say C R O S S R O A D S. We'll leave it at that.
And at this crossroads, to over-explain my metaphor, I am prone to looking back at the lay of the land that led me here, and evaluate the vectors and trajectories of the misty outlines of the mountainous terrain of my future. And I am pausing. And I am hoping.
I am hoping I have done ok. And that I will continue to do OK. I am hoping I have laid a good foundation for my children to build on. I am hoping that I work hard promoting a cause I can really believe in, and actually be blessed to earn money doing it. I am hoping I can make wise choices and cultivate warm and trusting relationships with my friends, family, and co-workers. I am hoping I can show respect and kindness to people I don't know, regardless of their circumstances or approach. And I am hoping that at the end of the week, whether I have actually achieved these things or not, I will remind myself that I have done my best, and I will get out my bubbles...
...and let it all go.
(Thank you to Cecily...for reminding me. Thank you to Carmen, Angela, their beautiful children and my beautiful children...for being there.)
