Some days everything is sunlit. I can see the path. I can dance along the path, jumping from rock to rock, skipping merrily on my way. Other days I stumble along in the murk. "Is that the path?" "Oh no, I think I see it over there.."
I'm starting to realize that both kinds of days, as well as everything in between those extremes, are part of the journey. The point is to keep moving. Or not. Some days are days to stop moving too. To sit and think about where you really want to go.
Especially as the new year begins, and the new decade, I find I am taking pause to sit still and think about where I want to go with that time and effort. I cannot plot a course to an unknown destination. I must know it first. Once I decide where I am going, I can check the map and find the most adventurous path there. So I can have fun traveling.
Do you know where you want to go? Or are you still thinking?