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.
I've tried that. It comes from playing Dungeons and Dragons. You think you can shmooze someone into letting you have a re-roll.
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