As I drove to work one cold, foggy morning, I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the road disappearing behind me. I literally stopped in my tire tracks.
Here was the perfect picture of the beginning of a New Year…walking into the unknown. It can be so enticing, beautiful–and yet frightening. To me, anyway!
Especially as I age, marching even further past the ‘back side of fifty’ (as I like to call it). Quite honestly, there are a lot of changes I really don’t like.
But if I embrace the “not so good”, along the with the good–and don’t try to face things by myself–then walking through the fog, I find you can actually see one step at a time.
And I suppose that is all one really needs.