The Path of Least Resistance

“Alice: How long is forever?
White Rabbit: Sometimes, just one second.”
Lewis Carrol

My life has taken an interesting turn that has forced me to focus on priorities. Thankfully, I have not had a major situation, no death in the family, no illness, no job loss, Just a prevailing unhappiness that has led me to consider if this is all there is.

In order to find time and space I have let myself slack off on my weekly blog posts. I started by stopping the Time Out Thursday posts back in February and in March I let myself stop the weekly Monday posts. But I have not stopped writing, not completely.

I am trying to discover my message and in that message, my voice. I feel strongly that I am meant to write, and I want to do it well. What I have not discovered is what I am meant to say.

I have challenged myself to pursue my dream of writing. I plan to dig deep inside and discover, through three, five hour sessions, what it is that I’m meant to write about. I have an idea, but I need to be sure.

In the meantime, I am trying to take care of myself. I am working to relieve a huge amount of stress through a variety of means.I have learned that I must come first.

Have you ever been faced with the information that you may doing the wrong thing? How did that make you feel? What did you do to get back on track?

Right now, instead of paving my own path and taking the road less traveled I am taking the path of least resistance. My home made dinners are looking a lot like college dorm room meals. Many things are being done only with an effort to get by.

I know that I will get past this time of unknowing. I am in pursuit of my happy place, and I truly intend to find it. As exciting as that prospect is, it feels like it may take a while.

I have long been interested in personal growth. I have read a large number of books that have a self-improvement theme. I see opportunities all around me, too many opportunities.

I can lack focus. I am often too adaptable and can find myself doing things, just because I can, not because they make me happy. I like to make other people happy and so that is my excuse, but for now, I must stop that.

In the coming weeks and months I hope to find my path again. I hope to know where I’m headed and how I am going to get there. Until then, I ask you to hold tight, and to wait until I find my words again.

I know that I have a message, a story that will serve as insight for someone facing their own path change. I know that I will find it, and that I will find a way to get it out. I know that it won’t take me too long.

I’d love to hear if you have been down this road and are willing to share where your journey took you. How did you know when you’d arrived? Was it everything you hoped it would be when you got there?