That road to somewhere called life…

Sometimes you don’t know where here is until you are there.  They say it’s all about the journey.  As long as you’re still moving it’s all good.  I could add some more pithy sayings but I think you know where I’m going with this.  Life is a journey and the road isn’t always pretty or smooth – but sometimes it can be beautiful.  Lately the road I’ve been on has been scary, exhilarating, painful, frustrating, sad, joyful and just about any other emotion you can come up with.

We are just a couple of weeks away from moving into a new home and all that entails is nerve wracking enough but when you add difficulties with mobility, visits to physical therapy for 6 weeks now, and the will to pack but the way being limited, well, it just adds up to frustration.  DH has been away for work often, I have an appointment soon to see and orthopedic specialist (if the surgery word is even whispered I will do my very best imitation of The Flash and run), no idea what we are going to do for Thanksgiving dinner, no idea what to do for Christmas (I’m thinking gift cards for the lot and let them face the stores), and a couple of relatives with some health issues that have us concerned.  Oh! I forgot to add that my computer is trying again to bite the dust and I don’t relish trying to get a new one and transfer ALL of this stuff onto it in the midst of everything else.  I’m praying it hangs on until we are settled into the new home with internet again; not having internet for awhile is not going to be pretty.  Quite the witches brew going on here or as I have heard others say (I’d never say such a thing – my story sticking to it) ) it’s a cluster F of stuff.

But as I am trying to convey with this photo taken back when the weather was kinder and warmer and the leaves were just beginning to change color, life is movement and a path to many places.  Sometimes you know where you’re going and sometimes you wonder how the %^&* did I get here?  The point is to keep moving, to either look forward to what’s ahead or to gird up your loins and be ready to take on what’s ahead on the path; fear and stagnation shouldn’t be an option but sometimes they do slide in there and get a grip.  The road ahead could greet you with a troll ready to bop you on the head or it could be an experience that when you are further up your road you will look back upon fondly – or both!  Life is funny like that.

Now who wants to come and help me pack?