Going nowhere fast
I visited my sister in northern Illinois, and it didn’t take me long to remember what driving in the city was like. The children and I were taking a leisurely pace, looking here and there.
The people behind us were not interested in anything except getting around us. One after another, they whipped around us, hurrying, it seemed, to merely beat us to the next stop light.
They were working so hard at getting nowhere.
Later, I tried to make a left hand turn out of the grocery store parking lot and cross four lanes of traffic. I couldn’t. While I waited, drivers behind me honked their horns, impatient with my patience.
So, instead of going left (the direction I wanted to go), I had to turn right and drive in the wrong direction until I found another stop light where I could turn left, find another parking lot, turn around and head back to the light. Only then could I finally go the direction I wanted to go.
We laughed about how much time we wasted going the wrong way. . . and how long it took us to get right back where we started.
Another life lesson—it’s hard to cross traffic.
It’s hard to be an individual and ignore the honking from behind while you wait for your moment to cross. It’s easier to give up all together and go the other way, the wrong way. Only trouble is, some of us never turn around. Years slip into the next, and you’re still heading in the wrong direction.
If you ever hope to get where you really want to be, ignore the well-intentioned “honks” of your friends and family who try to tell you what you should or shouldn’t do or how you should or shouldn’t feel. Only you know the direction you want to go, and only you know when it’s safe to cross.
When the moment’s just right, floor it. Don’t think . . . you’ve thought long enough. Don’t worry . . . you know the way is clear.
Don’t give up . . . it’s worth the effort.
Go the direction you
were born to go.