As I try to navigate the unfamiliar road, the naïve idea that I could simply pick, choose, and follow begins to disappear. I thought I had picked my destination. It was clear within me that I knew where I was going. I was sure that I had chosen well. With the right data and logic, what could be the problem?
Metaphorically, this process keeps repeating. There are choices to be taken. Evaluations must be made. Planning, choosing, and acting are critical if one is to make process.
There are minor process flaws. Nothing works exactly as planned. Few things are what they seem. The framework and the people in them that define the path are always moving. In reality, facts are not always fact. Goals are often beyond one’s line of sight. Getting from wherever one is to wherever one wants to be requires one to adapt and change.
As one looks back, one wonders if it is important to be right with the first choice. Is making a perfect decision every possible?
History suggests that even when one’s goal does not change, the method of achieving it often does. One group headed for Italy on a ship. Prevailing winds and storms dictated a new course. The destinations of those on board went from uniformity to diversity. Either the goals changed or some needed a different ship. The writer in the group noted how the latter unfolded for them; “There the centurion found an Egyptian ship headed for Italy and transferred us on board.” (Acts 27.6)
Life asks me to take a fresh look at my goals on a regular basis. Do they reflect my values and priorities? Are they ones I still believe in?
Life suggests that I gently question my choices. Are there any signs that tell me I am moving towards my destination? Am I listening to the warning signs (contra indicators)? What is my inner sense (gut) saying?
Life offers me the freedom to modify my path. I am not required to repeat yesterday. I have the freedom to make fresh choices.
