On my way to the path set before me, I was lost.
I was so lost that I had no idea what I was looking for.
I was numb to the signs, nudges, and guiding mentors that tried to show me the way to the path.
They were a nuisance to me.
I was drawn to a different path that led to THE WALL. No matter which path I chose, I ended up at THE WALL.
I ran my fingers along THE WALL, trying to find clues that would lead me to the path set before me. THE WALL seemed to be whispering to me, with a soft voice beckoning me… to somewhere…
The voice was comforting at times, when I leaned up against it, lost and unaware. The voice was comforting because it became familiar, even though I couldn’t comprehend the directions it was giving to me.
Determined to find the path set before me, I kept searching.
There was an opening in THE WALL!
Someone wrote “The journey inward” on the doorframe of the opening in THE WALL.
As I entered the opening, it transformed into a tunnel. The tunnel was wallpapered with my past.
Voices, images, scents, textures, people, mistakes, tears, loss, sadness, and the others floated around me as I walked through.
They were coming FROM me. Escaping.
With the release of each one, my strength seemed to increase.
When I reached the end of the tunnel, I felt like a superhero – bold, confident, and free!
The path set before me appeared.
Just in time.