As I open the door to begin a new journey I glance over my shoulder to remind myself of the road I traveled to get here, wherever here actually is.
I unknowingly rub my scraped elbow and wince. While I am appreciative of lessons learned I hope to never repeat the same mistakes. I don’t pretend to have a plan, even a concocted one. Things just seem to have worked themselves out so far, not perfectly but not bad either. Conventional wisdom be damned.
On the other side of the creaky brown door lies lush countryside and blue skies. A hill is visible in the distance and a babbling brook runs along the path that will take me there. Leaves strewn about the path are sure to be camouflaging rocks and potholes but I look forward to taking the next step with a smile just the same..
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