It’s snowing as I write this, and it sure is beautiful. Watching the large flakes falling softly onto one another brings back memories of winters on the farm.
When I was growing up, I would look out the window to see how far down the road was visible. Today, I look out at the lake and gauge visibility by how many fish houses I can see clearly. Both views are peaceful.
It’s been another unexpected week of writing. Despite the thorough content planning completed in preparation for 2021, the muse is always in control. This week’s blog post is not at all what I had planned.
It is, however, what I needed to say.
It was a good reminder on so many levels for me. Things don’t always go as planned for any of us. And whether it’s the muse, or life asking us to adjust and change course, we’re well served to listen.
No matter who is talking, the message is the same. We’ll never arrive at our desired destination unless we stop trying to push a rope.
Let the muse lead!
Until next time. . .