I spent a lot of my life afraid to leave the concrete sidewalk that had been paved for me. I loved to walk on the sidewalk along the Mississippi, but I never strayed onto the gravel paths that occasionally ducked into the trees… until 2006.
I vividly remember leaving the sidewalk for the time. I looked to both sides of me to make sure there were no cops around. (I’m still not sure what crime I would have been committing — particularly now that I know the parks department managed those paths.) I also had my hand on my cell phone, in case I ran into crooks along the way. My heart was pounding. I was alive. I had a fabulous evening by the river and stayed there until the sunset.
Now I can’t imagine staying on the path. Leaving the path brought me my wife, family, career, freedom, many friends and a lot of joy. What paths are you stuck on?