Directionally challenged


When I first started writing this blog I imagined it would be stories about my experience being in Morocco rather than reflection on life and decisions we make.  But I’ve never been one to follow directions.  Nope.  I get lost all the time. And in life, I don’t like to follow the typical life path we are supposed to choose.

When I was 19 and hanging out in Europe for a year, I visited two Picasso museums.  Brilliant!  Picasso was quoted for saying, “If you know exactly what you are going to do, what is the point of doing it?”  Well I couldn’t agree more. Sure I have goals that I aspire to achieve, and several personal goals that I’ve already achieved, but I don’t have a direct path to get to them.

Because really, what if we were so all focused on achieving our “goals” that we let an amazing opportunity pass us by?

Like the opportunity to celebrate key milestones in our lives with family or friends but choose not to because we are focused on a promotion at work.  So focused on planning our dream wedding that we forget about the marriage that must come after? Or set out each day with a goal in mind but missing the daily life passing by around us?  Children laughing and playing has to be one of the greatest sounds, yet slip in the iPod and this sound is drowned out.

What I find interesting though is that I am starting to meet other professionals in similar situations.  Young adults who’ve worked in the career they love, but are looking for something else. Not motivated by money or prestigious titles, but rather curious about what else is out there.

Anyway, stay tuned for the some elements I initially planned when I started my blog.

3 thoughts on “Directionally challenged

  1. I’m ‘not’ following a path as I trip though your very interesting and inspiring blog. Your thoughts and plans remind me of another who understood the inherent value in being intrepid:

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that, the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I marked the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

    I look forward to following your brave trip though your blog.

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