Goldy Locks

I find myself following the trodden paths I used to follow blindly

There are new footprints here, there is fresh growth, I suddenly feel uneasy.

Someone has been walking my path.

I align my feet into the mysterious tracks,

Has the clock struck twelve? It fits perfectly.

How do I not recognize myself, my own path?

I continue on, it's getting dark.

The trees thin and I am suddenly in an open meadow,

I can see the blue hue of the icy caps of a mountain in the distance, but the air is warm and fresh where I stand now.

Where am I?

I have entered into a new level of life, a new phase where my old ways just don't quite fit me anymore. I feel myself wanting to sink back into the ease, the mindlessness of these routines, but it's not the same. Growth seems to happen suddenly. We never realize we've reached a new level until coming to a clearing, a place of momentary rest, that we truly see how much we have endured getting here.

The key word is momentary, for if we choose to stay in this place of ease, we might just be lulled to sleep by our own indifference. I have had my rest and it's time to continue on. I am stronger, wiser, and more trusting of the Universe and most importantly, more trusting of myself.

I know not where this life will take me but with myself by my side, I know it's going to be fun.