Maybe I don’t want to admit it, but I’m sort of approaching a fork in the road. It’s still off in the distance, but I can see myself approaching it whereas before it was all lost in the deep fog of the distant future. Am I going to stay on the path I’m on, or shift to something new? I’m accustomed to the gravel on the road I’m on, but perhaps I’m wanting the mulch on the other path. Would it be such a loss if I find out that the gravel is what my legs are suited for?

What am I fearing?

Am I fearing that once I pass this fork the paths will never cross again? I have to realize that life hardly works that way. Chances are that the paths will cross again. If I don’t choose the other path now maybe I’ll be ready next time. I don’t know…

I wish I had the answers.