Posted on Wednesday, March 25, 2015 in Uncategorized
“I don’t know why I’m telling you this…” and the story continues.
Don’t get me wrong, I love their trust. I love your trust.
I’m honored to share your joys and your sorrows. To hear the details of the journey you’re on complete with proud smiles and guilty smirks, pain-filled glances or a losing fight to hold back the tears. Or, sadly, the flat affect from being so worn down by the long list of past pains.
I just wish there weren’t so many detours.
Maybe you’ve experienced this, or maybe not, but I hate when I’m driving somewhere, maybe I’m in a hurry, maybe not, but suddenly there is a backup of cars. I was heading a certain way, but now I’m being redirected. There is a detour.
My plans change. I’m usually heading out of my way to get where I was going.
Worse yet, last year I tried to avoid the traffic and be all “clever.” I took a quick right turn at the next exit. I thought that a right turn, a second right turn, a third right turn followed by a left would get me back on track. I had a plan, but I never got to make that left. I was “lost” ten minutes away from my destination.
Some detours are like that, someone else chose and we have to change directions.
Most detours are because of choices we have made.
You and I, our loved ones and our “frenemies” make wrong turns. Oh, yes, someone will try to sugarcoat it with nice words, but we inevitably we make wrong turn.
More next time.
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