Are you guided? Have you ever been faced with options and made a decision that seemed inspired? Wouldn't it be great if every moment of our lives was guided by our best intentions to achieve the best possible result for ourselves and others?
Take the case of my country road experience last week, which caused me to ponder the benefits of guidance. Striving to balance work and less-work, I have a little place in the wilds of central Illinois where I spend a large portion of my time reading, cooking, playing fetch with a Yorkie, and communing with the beauty that surrounds me. It's everything I need to be comfortable - small enough that housekeeping is a breeze, a sweet view, shade trees, a screened-in porch, and air conditioning for hot summer days. One thing this place does not have, however, is a full-service grocery store within a half hour's drive; so, periodically I make the trek into a nearby town that is bustling by comparison. There are two ways to get there, too, and I really appreciate options in life. I can take the highway, or I can take the scenic backroads. Either way, my view is corn, but the back roads provide serenity and fewer vehicles, and so I chose that day to take the road less traveled.
After winding through gravel roads to get onto the paved road that would take me into town, I was a bit surprised to suddenly feel a bump (though a sign had warned me) and then the vibration of a grooved surface that had been prepped for resurfacing. About three minutes of vibration made the sight of a flag person up ahead a welcomed one, as he directed my car onto newly paved road. Ahhh. But no sooner had I acclimated to the smooth new surface, I was then moved back onto the other side's rough surface by another flag person. This little dance continued until I reached town. . . smooth, rough, smooth, rough, left, right, bump, bump, bump . . . always with the guidance of a flag person. Like life, I thought. Always changing. With so frequent changes, the guidance had been helpful. It had made sense of the "dance moves", and I reached my destination without car damage.
I finished my business in town, loading the fresh veggies that would be my stir-fry within the next hour. Itching to get into a new book I'd ordered for my Kindle, I comtemplated my return to my nest in the woods only a moment to consider my options. Did I really want to do the dance again? It's a corn view either way. I made a determined left toward the highway to take my chances with the smooth, more heavily traveled road.
I like options. Call it informed experience or inspiration, that route choice was just right.
Embrace your options!
Coach Leona
Take the case of my country road experience last week, which caused me to ponder the benefits of guidance. Striving to balance work and less-work, I have a little place in the wilds of central Illinois where I spend a large portion of my time reading, cooking, playing fetch with a Yorkie, and communing with the beauty that surrounds me. It's everything I need to be comfortable - small enough that housekeeping is a breeze, a sweet view, shade trees, a screened-in porch, and air conditioning for hot summer days. One thing this place does not have, however, is a full-service grocery store within a half hour's drive; so, periodically I make the trek into a nearby town that is bustling by comparison. There are two ways to get there, too, and I really appreciate options in life. I can take the highway, or I can take the scenic backroads. Either way, my view is corn, but the back roads provide serenity and fewer vehicles, and so I chose that day to take the road less traveled.
After winding through gravel roads to get onto the paved road that would take me into town, I was a bit surprised to suddenly feel a bump (though a sign had warned me) and then the vibration of a grooved surface that had been prepped for resurfacing. About three minutes of vibration made the sight of a flag person up ahead a welcomed one, as he directed my car onto newly paved road. Ahhh. But no sooner had I acclimated to the smooth new surface, I was then moved back onto the other side's rough surface by another flag person. This little dance continued until I reached town. . . smooth, rough, smooth, rough, left, right, bump, bump, bump . . . always with the guidance of a flag person. Like life, I thought. Always changing. With so frequent changes, the guidance had been helpful. It had made sense of the "dance moves", and I reached my destination without car damage.
I finished my business in town, loading the fresh veggies that would be my stir-fry within the next hour. Itching to get into a new book I'd ordered for my Kindle, I comtemplated my return to my nest in the woods only a moment to consider my options. Did I really want to do the dance again? It's a corn view either way. I made a determined left toward the highway to take my chances with the smooth, more heavily traveled road.
I like options. Call it informed experience or inspiration, that route choice was just right.
Embrace your options!
Coach Leona
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