Tuesday, January 01, 2013

There is no timetable

When I was in my early twenties and struggling with trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, I remember my father telling me that I had my whole life ahead of me and that I could choose a course now, and another one in the future. That piece of advice has stayed with me ever since.

Five years ago, I walked away from a long time career as a physical therapist. I didn't know what I would do, but I knew I needed to make time and space for something else.

That something else happened to be writing novels and I've not regretted the change in my path.  This is the year I turn 50. In another era, that may have meant preparing for the final stages of a life, but in many ways, I feel like my life is just begining.

My eldest child is 19 and starting college again after a year long hiatus. I suspect on some level, he feels as if he's fallen behind on some artificial timetable. What I would like to tell him is that there is no timetable for living.

Things take the time they take.

And the paths we travel are almost never straight, or expected, or direct.

I don't know where my son will end up, but I trust him to find his way. Just as I'm still finding mine.

May the New Year bring you joy and may you ever find your right road beneath your feet.

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