I once got left deep in a mountain wood. I felt so lost and alone. It seemed as if every hill I crested or turn I took revealed a long road ahead. I thought I'd never get out of that forest.
Sometimes, these days, I feel the same. One day I feel as if I've come so far, and I have. The next I can't see the forest for the trees, towering around me, blocking the sunlight and muddying the trail.
At this point in my life, I know, I just have to keep on trudging ahead. Today, I overheard a co-worker tell the boss I had figured something out because I was so smart. I had to chime in and confess, it had little to do with smarts, more to do with trudging my way through it.
Never give up, never, never, never. I've heard so many times, miracles are missed because one gives up when it is just around the corner. That thought alone keeps me going.
Please friends and family, do not worry about me. I am muddling my way through, always looking for the light. When the way gets dark, it may look like I'm lost. This is when I am striving to get to a greater light.
Fantasizing the freedom to find my own way.