Forward

Hey. 

I hope you didn't forget about me. 

I didn't forget about you ... I've just been a little sideways. 

I was out for a 6-miler on Sunday, on a road I've traipsed a zillion times, lost in my head, making things far more complicated than I needed to, as usual. I was doubting my ability to finish my intended route. I was beating myself up about my failures over the past few months. Then I saw this: 

A simple blob of tar or road patch or blacktop on the pavement. Pointing forward. 

Letting me know that "forward" was where I needed to go. 

So I went. 

And I'm still going. 

I hope you are, too.