I asked, I thought humbly, to be shown a path. The path I
was shown has been, in so many ways, a bitter pill to swallow. Before I
received my marching orders, I felt like there were so many signs that this was
emphatically not my path, but the incontrovertible evidence arrived today that
it is, and there ain’t nothin’ I can do about it.
Naturally, being me, I can fight against it and say, “Okay, really, I’m
giving you another chance - show me my path, as long as it’s not this one.” Or,
I can find a way to walk this one with grace. Right now, it’s a toss up as to
which way I’ll be able to go.
I feel like Bruce in Bruce Almighty, and it's an almighty uncomfortable place to be.
