I've been thinking a lot about steps. Taking Steps. Baby Steps. Every journey begins with a single step. Etc. When you start on a path in life, there is a time when the paths run parallel. You can look over at the path and have the comfort that it is still waiting for you. That you have a choice. A couple of steps and you are back on that path.
But slowly and ever so subtly, the paths start to diverge a little more. There has been no dramatic right turns. You didn't miss the left at Albuquerque. You can even still see it. You know it would be a little harder to get there, a few extra steps, but you still hold the comfort that with a little effort, you could still resume that path.
And then one day, you lose sight of the other path. At first, you're not disturbed. You know that you just saw it. Yesterday. Or maybe the day before. Definitely, no more than two days ago. But the day comes when you can't remember when you last saw it. Is it still there?
For me, that is the time that I start to question my path. Did I take the right turns? Did I make the right steps? I often suffer from the grass is greener syndrome and likely I would have these questions whichever path I might have chosen.
So what do you do when you find yourself here -- solidly on one path having lost sight of the other? Do you run around the woods looking for the lost path? Do you commit more fully to your current path? Or do you stand frozen wondering which path is the "right" path?