It's been a long road. I've been walking this one for almost 18 years. I'm getting ready to take another road. It seems frightening, stepping onto a new path, feeling cool new dirt between my toes or the chill of carefully placed cobblestones.
Yet, how can I fear the road? How can I fear the path into the woods? How can I fear that brave new world? Do people fear their religion? The road is my religion and I fear the next step.
Ah, I think I've been walking on eggshells for a while now. I've been listening to each crack, each worry, each fear.
And then I look at all I've accomplished. I've covered so much ground all ready and I've done all that just by doing what I always do. I take one step, and then another.
I've taken roads in countries that I never knew I'd see. I've moved through disasters and I've trampled my fears with such a simple action. Step by step. I'm starting to feel like I can do this.
So with that knowledge, I guess I can lift my head to the sky for a little while and not worry so much about the path. I'll let the eggshells crack and I'll enjoy the feeling of asphalt warmed by the sun under my bare feet. I'll breathe and I'll lift one foot and then another. I'll take this path step by step, and I'll enjoy the journey.