This year has not gone to plan. The unexpected backward jerk, the forceful forward jolt, followed by a sudden stop, reminds me of when another driver rear-ended me. Whiplash, the doctor said. The accident extended my muscles and ligaments beyond their normal range of motion. Immediately after the collision, I didn’t feel too bad. Then the pain and stiffness began, accompanied by headaches, dizziness, and difficulty focusing. The worst part was how tired I was, regardless of how long I slept.
In January, I had charted a well-worn track. It was tested, proven, and guaranteed to end with my goals completed. For the first time, my formula hasn’t worked. I tweaked and adjusted, prodded and probed, and as the familiar saying goes, I kept beating a dead horse, expecting a miracle. My reward culminated with extreme self-doubt and desperation. At last, I tossed my old ways aside and opted to forge an alternative path.
Going off-trail has made me painfully aware of my need to stay oriented. I am mindful of keeping my bearings, determining my precise position, and checking for obstacles that might complicate a straight-ahead course. While my progress has been slower than expected, I have discovered a delightful mosaic of unseen places and glimpses into wondrous and unfamiliar worlds. I’m blazing through an unexplored landscape, and it seems to be just what the doctor ordered.
What course corrections are you exploring?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer