Crossroads

road_sign1I mentioned to you last week that I feel like I’m at a crossroads regarding a number of aspects of my life. I thought I’d share a poem by Portia Nelson that lets you know where I am and where I want to be.

Autobiography in five chapters
1) I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in. I am lost…I am hopeless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
2) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again.
I can’t believe I’m in the same place. But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
3) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there. I still fall in…it’s a habit.
My eyes are open; I know where I am; it is my fault.
I get out immediately.
4) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I walk around it.
5) I walk down another street.

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