pot-holes
When I drive home from the Denver studio, I take the same path. Every time. Every day.
Next-to-furthest-left lane until I take the first necessary right turn… third lane over which turns into a turn-lane-only that takes me directly to where I need to go.
Every time, I dodge, swerve, barely miss and sometimes hit the same dozen potholes.
I always curse and hold my breath, wishing away the rough BUMP. I should have seen those coming, I think to myself. I know those are going to be there.
Each drive home, I maneuver – sometimes with less grace than other times. Keeping an eye out for impending opportunities for flat-tire-disasters.
It finally hit me last week.
There are a zillion different ways to get home. And of the streets that I DO take home, it’s only the specific lane that I’m in that have all the stinkin’ potholes.
protect your wheels. (Ha!!)
Sure, I could keep going the exact same path because it’s familiar, it’s habit, it’s comfortable and requires less inclination to adventure outside of my comfort zone – or I could change it up.
Maybe it’s me who is driving myself into these rough spots. Maybe it’s time to try a different path. Maybe I don’t have to face the same demons over and over again by subjecting myself to cross paths with them.
Inevitably, there will be a pothole or two your journey. But if you could literally choose whether to take the disastrously bumpy road that you’ve been down a million times or the road that has been freshly paved and still serves your ultimate journey… doesn’t it seem obvious that you are the one who can make a change here?