My life is and has been a journey of curves, most of them not intended. Not one bend in the road, but a bunch of turns and twists that have led me to who I am, where I am, and how I am.
Maybe the curves were created because I never had a ‘long term’ goal for my life. I had short-term missions, but most of the time I didn’t ‘see’ or plan for the consequences that were created when I planned a trip.
“I want this job”.
“I want to marry this person.”
“I want to travel there.”
But certainly I didn’t think about what it would be like if I lived in a certain place, or attained a particular position. How could I know what curves were ahead on a road I’d never taken?
Life has offered a variety of curves: fun, exciting, interesting. Some have been scary, afraid to go forward, but no way to turn back. Other curves were painful to manuver, difficult to round.
But, oh, the vistas I have seen! The experiences I have enjoyed! The laughter I have shared. The tears I have shed.
Thank goodness for all those curves. I would probably tire of a straight road unflavored by the mystery of seredipity.
Living would be painfully boring without a curve or two.
What does a curve mean to you?