You know you're on the right track when you become uninterested in looking back.
Conversely, are you looking where you are going? Remember when we were clumsy kids people would tell us to watch where we were going? It was usually after we had fallen over something that was right in front of us.We weren't paying attention to where we were going.
If we don't know where we are going, we could end up somewhere else.
Was it Yogi Berra who said, "If you come to a fork in the road, take it"? I think it was. I always thought it was kind of funny.
If we don't know where we are going, any road will take us there.
We are like those beginning bowlers who need the bumper pads down the lane on each side so the ball doesn't go in the gutter aren't we?
Have you ever seen those pictures of a mountain scene where the mountains seem closer and less challenging to cross than they really were? Going through the mountains was a shorter distance than going around them however.
Here's to Leigh Costa over at Poonapalooza. She is facing a mountain right now and cannot go around it. She must go through it. Depression is an ugly thing that saps our energy and drains the emotions. Sometimes I think the admiration and all the attention can work against us. We look great to others and are an inspiration but don't "feel" it. Food was our drug of choice. Without that way to deal with our demons what do we do then? The cause of the depression must be addressed. If it is a chemical or hormonal imbalance then it must be treated medically. If it's a deep seated emotion that we can't get to, counseling is necessary.
We can be looking BACK but not know what we are looking FOR.
Ever been homesick? We are away from what we know and where we feel "right". I remember one girl my freshman year at Ball State University who was so homesick for her mother that she cried, threw fits, and talked to her mother on the phone because she was so miserable in this new environment. I was not homesick at all. There was one girl on our floor whose mother had grounded her to her room at BSU from wherever her hometown was. It was pretty funny. Then there was my roommate, Bertie, who was raised in a dysfunctional home by two parents with mental issues - one was clinically depressed and the other was bi-polar. They were a strict Baptist family and she came to college and didn't know why she had a period each month. She washed her hands until they bled. So guess who educated her about menstrual cycles - moi'. I thought it was an adventure. I wasn't on the farm anymore. I tend to be rather pragmatic and practical so all these emotional people didn't bother me at all - I just shook my head and did my thing. There was one girl from a wealthy family who had a boyfriend named Gary who treated her terribly and she would be crying on the phone talking to him. Jerk.
Leigh - this is an adventure and each day is another one where you have been blessed. Stop looking back. While those days brought you to where you are now they have no power to pull you back. You have been too busy on the adventure of your life.
You're going to be OK.