It’s taken me years to realize that I can’t fight the signs that keep showing up.
Kind of like being pelted by little pebbles and if that doesn’t work … the brick in the face usually gets my attention.
I can choose to stop, go, yield, take a detour, turn back, road closed or take the next exit.
It’s a choice.
Corny to some … very real to others.
“The ebb and flow of will is like the movements of the tides… if we cease our vain struggles and lamentations long enough to look away from the personal self…we realize life is going well with us after all.” – Charles B. Newcomb