Rerouting...Rerouting...Rerouting

On my way to work this morning, I approached an intersection I've approached for almost two months straight only this time it was blocked off by swirling blue lights and cops directing me with their flashlights to reroute. It was dark and literally unknown to me. They're flagging me to go right down a country road that's curvy, slow, and completely new to me. I don't like reroutes. Especially when I'm working against the clock. Sometimes they turn out okay, but for the most part, they're bothersome.

First, I pull off and plug my work address into my GPS. Out in the country, cell signal is not a guarantee. And this was one of those times. The rest of the traffic seemed to be following each other so I decided to tagalong. I mean, what option did I have? I reluctantly followed the crowd.

As I fell in, I questioned my decision the whole way. It was two semi-trucks leading the way. Were they local? Did they know where they were going? As the line of followers expanded behind me, I figured they couldn't all be wrong, so I rode on.

Finally, my GPS loaded and confirmed the path, so I was at ease until I was back on the highway and on my merry way. Figuratively, that's where I am in my life right now. My family and support circle are in my rearview and my new job is in front of me. I'm stuck in the middle trying to navigate dark, unforgiving curves hoping I'm going the right way.

It's a lonely, unchartered path but I believe in myself. I trust me to do the right thing. In the past, the right thing has always been about everyone but me. Today, I'm making it about me. What's in my best interest? What will make me happy? Not sure how all this will turn out, but this is my way of embracing the journey and owning it. After all, like Bon Jovi sang, "It's MY life!"