I hark back to the words of
old wise men, something along
the lines of what you fear is far
less than you figured.
The trip, which was supposed
to be along the lines of an hour
fifteen to an hour thirty, turned
out to be a dead hour. And, we
drove straight to the address.
I think of the worry in the back
of my mind, my concerns for
our ability to follow a hand
drawn map . . . which wasn't
on our pro map nor the GPS.
Once I opened and read the
directions, I saw that I should
not have worried quite so much . . .
like maybe I should have read
it when the invite arrived.
I find, as I'm about a hundred
years old, that first of all, I
tend to make mountains out
of molehills. Second of all, I
search for that special hidden
lesson.
I've heard my entire life that
we should live in the moment
and not make the unknown
into something it is not. Face
the unknown when it comes
and deal with it then.
I've heard the lesson over
and over! I've experienced
the Can't lesson time and
again!! help but wonder if I'm
finally capable of learning it,
following it?! ~!@#$%^&*()_+
where are we going
does it really matter now
seems i need to know
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