ACHTUNG – there’s a lot of metaphor coming up!
Finally, the day is approaching. The day I get a functioning, new, shiny, apple red convertible, I mean, kidney. The day I’ve been envisioning for years now is fast-approaching, looming just the next hill. It’s as though I’ve been driving on the longest windy winding road without a map – no landmark to guide me along the way. No signs to say STOP! or ONE WAY or WRONG CHOICE. No signs to tell me if I’m moving in the right direction.
I’ve moved through the dark and the daylight. I’ve felt as though I may never get to my unknown destination. For a while I forgot to put the top down and just enjoy the sunshine on my shoulders. I was too busy worrying to take in the view and to notice the scenic surprises along the way. I had my head down and my arm in front for protection, so I missed some of it.
I dreamt so many days about what it would be like when I finally got there. Would I arrive at a big house on a bluff, or a cottage in the woods, or a waterfall in the forest? What awaits me beyond the canyon and the next bend? Another twist, another turn…more hills.
I had to speed up a lot on my way down to ensure I’d make it up the other side.
A few times I hit a dead end and didn’t know where to go next. Without a map it can be so daunting. I often wondered if I was making the best choice or going down the right trail.
Until one day, something beautiful happened.
I stopped trying to figure out exactly where I was headed. I took deep breaths. When uncertain, I made decisions using my intuition and I stopped fretting (for the most part) about whether or not I was on the quickest route.
If stuck in traffic I sang in the car, practiced a new language, had conversations about imagined moments with imaginary people.
If one road led to the edge of a cliff, I just stopped. No biggie. Just because I was headed that direction doesn’t mean I had to drive off. Instead, I took a moment to soak in the expansive view – to let the panorama bounce off my retina and hit my brain. I took time to admire the details of all around me.
And then, with a spirit of exploration and adventure, I turned and proceeded a different way. I began noticing so many more details and tiny beautiful miracles all around me. The wild grasses and the flowers in the ditch were vibrant and dancing in the wind. An eagle perched on a high post, overlooking its domain with regal splendour. A butterfly landed and fluttered its wings as though it were waving to me.
I smelled lilacs as I drove past blurry lavender-coloured blossoms.
I let joy be my compass. I let my heart lead and I began to communicate with my body more, asking what it wants and how it wants to be.
I realized, along this meandering journey that as long as I enjoyed the trip it didn’t matter as much where I ended up.
I suspend judgment on what it all means, because I cannot possibly know at this time. Each day holds a new lesson for me when I am attentive and present.
For now, I am here. I am alive. I am happy.
And once I finally reach the lighthouse, or the mountains, or the bustling city, I will take a deep breath in gratitude for the roads that led me there.
I’m not sure what to expect, but I promise to send you a postcard when I get there.