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Life is a Whirlwind...Not a Highway

A highway meanders and drifts over gently rolling hills and valleys. Even in the very isolated Western Nebraska I love to travel, there are opportunities to stop and take a break. If I had an emergency, eventually someone would come by and they would help me.  

It feels like a safe and predictable way to travel through life.

One thing I know about myself is I love to travel the back roads. It's the gravel and dirt roads that lead to the best destinations and fills my need for adventure, exploration and challenge. My heart craves the sense of uncertainty, challenge and uncharted territories. To try new ways. To look on a landform in the horizon and find a way to reach it.

The past two years, my life has been a whirlwind of travel and people and learning and change. I catch a glimpse of the past as I hold tenaciously to the rope staked to my home and family keeping me grounded.

I've learned how unacknowledged fear and insecurities can leave us stranded along the road. Leaving us in the wide open places, alone and in the quiet. Forcing the time to take a look around and the space to see reality. Moments of reflection, humbleness and accepting help.

Wherever we are in this journey of ours...we need the time to take a breath.  

Pull over and look around.  

To consider where we have been and where we are going? 

To prioritize what we take and what is left behind.

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