I’ve written
a lot about traveling as a way of life. Traveling
through emotions. Traveling to new
destinations. Traveling through
experiences. Seeing the good,
understanding the negative, and keeping perspective toward the mundane. But, when patience is tested, when the road
is less exciting, and it’s an icy up-hill, it’s easier said than done. Actually, it’s hard to even say it. It’s easier to just maintain silence.
It’s been a journey full of snowy roads lately. And, they are pretty. In retrospect, of course. When we’re on them, they are scary. The slipping, the sliding and the wheels turning with no apparent forward motion. And, we’ve all been there. Even those of us who have lived in sunnier climates, we too have had those slippery days. Those scary moments.
But, oh, the retrospection. It’s through this we realize that our seemingly futile attempts to gain traction actually work. The spinning tires are a good thing, despite the frustration. And, somewhere between unable to move or stop, you find a route you didn’t know you would take. It too is pretty. In retrospect.
Cheers to snowy roads {and analogies!}.