Perhaps the new year caught you off balance.
You watch all the others choosing their “one word”, lining out their goals, focusing on priorities like the schedule at a train station, calculated…scheduled…moving forward.
Their destination is set.
Their path is clear.
But maybe that’s not you.
Not this year.
I wonder if 2015 brought with it the sense of the unexpected for anyone else besides me. Too many destinations to sort through. The altitude and longitude unclear. Everything hazy.
Oh, it would be so nice if “one word” could make things clear, set things straight, give direction.
But some years require more than just a word.
It’s the years when you can’t even begin to comprehend what you might accomplish by the end, because you are barely making it through each day.
Yes, perhaps this is one of those years.
With no clear destination in sight there is only one way to proceed…one day at a time, one step at a time, one breath at a time.
Courage comes in the moment when you turn your back on the familiar path and take the first step into the promise of what is unknown.
It was Emerson who said, “Do not go where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”
I think this is one of those years.
So, if you want to know what my “one word” is, you will have to ask when this year is over.
It will be the gift that I receive once I have reached the destination, whatever that may be.
Today I am turning to face the unexpected, the uncertain, the unclear and I am taking the first step into the promise of what is unknown.
I’m starting my own trail.
And I began by praying for the courage that will surely come.
Oh, let it come.