Lost In The Weeds Of Life
For the past few weeks I have felt lost in the weeds of life.
Let’s face it, life is full of choices. It’s not easy to know which direction is the right direction. I find myself pondering questions like… Which project should I pursue? Which learning challenge should I tackle? Which book to read next? …and on and on.
Then it occurred to me, what if there was no right or wrong?
What if we didn’t have measuring systems?
How would we ever make choices?
Life Is Like A Corn Maze
If you’ve ever walked through a corn maze then you’ll know half the fun is not having a map. In fact, you expect to feel lost and welcome the challenge to find your way through to the other side.
There’s also comfort in knowing the farmer who created the maze in the first place did so with a plan. As convoluted as the maze seems to you, there is a bigger plan in place where routes lead to a predesigned destination.
Truth be told, I thought I was doing just fine in my life’s corn maze. I thought I was heading in the right direction. And yet, suddenly another twist presented itself. Now, as I look forward, the maze looks entirely different.
A new route has opened up. It’s welcoming, bright and lush.
Yes …but is it the right route?
This question of rightness fills my shoes with cement. It stops me; I’m lost in the weeds of life.
Why does this thought pop into my mind?
Who put it there?
I could ponder such questions long and hard, that’s a choice I often make.
What if instead, I let go of thinking that I need to know the route before I take the next step?
After all, there is no right and there is no wrong, there is only thinking that makes it so.
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