A Coffee and Some Paths Friday
I’ve been learning about paths, about direction (not intention) determining where I’ll actually end up weeks and months and years from now. And only over the last couple of days do I notice it entering my prayers, settling in my thoughts. Because I’m a gal full of great intentions when it comes to things like … … getting my office organized. … exercising more regularly (again). … having a writing schedule (and sticking to it). … and so on and so forth.
I really don’t like that about myself – it’s a frustrating trait to have, to talk and think and plan (and talk some more) without really getting anywhere. It’s not encouraging or hopeful, not even a smidgen of inspirational to look back at stalled-out goals, dusty dreams, hollow words. Not that these 42 years have been a waste or a bore. Some rather fantastic things have happened.
But they happened because I did something. Not because I merely intended to do something. And there have been opportunities wasted or missed out on completely because I was One Day Going to Get Started.
Maybe hearing about paths, about directions travelled, is finally clicking with me because I’m finally seeing where I’m at with certain things (and realizing I really don’t want to go further down certain paths). Because that is something else I have been told about paths and direction: You can’t change course until you first determine your present location.
This is another one of those things I’m still sifting through, so believe me I do not have all this figured out. But at least I’m doing something about it.
Happy Friday, everyone!