I looked up, a new habit that I am working on. Through the paned glass, orange and crimson leaves held fast to their branches, carried by the wind without being carried away, at least not quite yet. The sky was bright and blue outside and I was cozy inside, nested away within the warmth of the Fox in the Snow cafe. Content with the moment, and with myself for looking up from the article I was reading, I noticed it - an actual sign. End One Way. I laughed out loud, delighted by the freedom in those words. There is more than one way ahead of me.
How do we let go of the path that we once imagined? There are expectations that we will reach our originally-intended destination, despite (or even because of) the detours and road blocks we encounter along the way. I had an old GPS that would announce “recalculating” whenever I made a turn too soon or missed my exit. The assumption was that I still wanted to get to wherever I had decided upon when I first left home.
I might be ready for a new way.
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