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?

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15 Responses to That road to somewhere called life…

  1. Sorry the road is so difficult. I’m sure this is transitory but it still sucks. Packing hmmm. You know what they say. “A friend will help you move… A good friend will help you move a body.” I hope things smooth out for you. Cheers.

  2. Mark Myers says:

    So much in the air! Hope the surgery word doesn’t come up. Blessings for a great thanksgiving.

  3. Ingrid says:

    Baby steps and deep breathes and there is a light at the end of the tunnel…. just wish it was a little closer sometimes, huh! Wishing you a smoother, troll free road ahead 🙂

  4. Nancy says:

    Oh dear friend… Transition times are so hard but accompanied with immobility and internet problems makes it a thousand times harder.
    If I were there I would help…
    Hugs and more hugs!

  5. tedgriffith says:

    Deep, sincere sympathies, T. Praying for a good report from the orthopedic specialist.

  6. Lignum Draco says:

    Sorry to hear about all these woes. But if the surgery word is mentioned, and that makes you run, hasn’t the “treatment” worked? 🙂

  7. ChgoJohn says:

    Sometimes life deals us a hand and we don’t now how we’ll ever play it. We do, though. It may not be pretty but we do get to the other side. I hope you receive good news from the doctors. As for the rest, prioritize and don’t be afraid to ask for help, Teri. I’ve found that my friends and family will come to my rescue — but they have to know that I need their help. Good luck.

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