Okay, so I watched the Castaway movie tonight. And here’s Chuck back from years stranded on an island with only his Wilson basketball for a companion. He finds the love of his life married to someone else. He told her that she had to go back to her life. He delivered that last package from the Fed Ex plane crash and now here he is at the crossroads. What to do with the next part of his life.
Now frankly this guy must be emotionally drained. He’s just spent 4 years alone. Battled every possible fear he could have. And found his way back to his life on a make-shift raft on the ocean. Through no fault of his own (or hers for that matter) he finds his only plan dashed because she belongs to another life. He’s standing here alone on a gravel road with no idea which way to go. I have it nowhere near as bad as what Chuck has survived. But I find myself just as confused about what comes next.
I know that life will give me a direction when it’s time. I made a bunch of snow angels yesterday. Today it was 65 and all of the snow melted. So I’ll just hang out for a bit. There isn’t a right way or a wrong way to go. Each way is filled with opportunities. No matter which way I go.. I’ll be just fine. I just have to take that one baby step. It gets easier after that.