Hairpins do more than hold your hair back ...

I’ve always heard life choices are akin to “Ys” in the road of life. The generally accepted principle is that once you’ve chosen your path you can’t simply back up and choose the other path. I accept that, short of time travel, you can’t move backwards in time and have subsequently lived my life shackled to the idea that life moves ever forward … much like a parade with penalties for stopping … and have chosen instead to just take my lumps and live by the philosophy that even if you put the spoiled milk back in the fridge it will still come out spoiled. Last night while mulling over the Ys in my road of life, I had a crystal clear moment of clarity.
The road of life isn’t necessarily straight!
While some people’s lives may be an interstate moving swiftly along, mine is a winding mountain road full of treacherous twists, changes in elevation and hairpin turns … much like a luge run in fact. After some reflection, I now see this as an advantage for a deadly hairpin turn, while it can be scary, can take me really close to territory I’ve already traveled … where the terrain and the view are familiar to me … where I can recognize the potholes in the road and avoid them this pass.

I’m strapping on my seatbelt, hunkering down behind the wheel and welcoming those hairpin turns as opportunities from now on.

Everybody gets high, everybody gets low,
these are the days when anything goes
Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer
To feeling fine

<$1 to Sheryl Crow>

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