How often do I forget that I am on a path that is taking me where I need to be?
I am not in control of where the path takes me but more of in control of the reigns of the horse that I’m riding on said path going in said direction to said where I am supposed to be.
My road has not been easy. There’s been twists, turns and low hanging branches. I have been bucked and thrown off my horse, my own horse. But I dusted myself off, checked for wounds and got right back up.
And this is what I think life is. Riding along, getting bucked off my horse, getting back up on said horse and with grace (and probably some branches in my hair) heading back towards this unknown destination.
And, here’s the big one, I’m still heading in the direction of where I am supposed to be.