The Pedal on the Right

I can't help but be a little angry at people sometimes. The same people that said they would be there for me when all this began are some of the same people so quick to judge about every single decision I make. People that I have never been where I am right now. People that have no clue what it's like to completely start over with a 3 year old in tow.

I can only imagine it must be rather easy from a distance to analyze the situation and pinpoint every little mistake that I might be making. All I can say to that is this; at this juncture in my life I have earned every right to make a few mistakes.

I am sitting in the middle of an intersection and signs are pointing me in every which direction. I could go left or right, straight ahead or possibly even turn around and go back. The point is, no matter which way I go every single path is going to come with it's own bumps. I don't know which road to take. Which one is going to be the least rocky, causing the least amount of bumps and bruises to both me and my daughter? I haven't a single clue. What I do know is this, I can sit still anymore. I have to put it in drive and hope that the road I am taking is the right one. I can't sit idle in the intersection any longer as the caution signs flash red and oncoming traffic threatens to pummel us. I have to keep moving.

It may be easy for some to see exactly which route I should take and it certainly would be easier for me to see if I had a map. All I have is myself, my child and the faith that even if I make a wrong turn somewhere along the road that I will eventually still arrive at my destination, safe and sound. Just because you make a few wrong turns doesn't mean you abandon the car and ditch on foot. I'm going to be fine. She's going to be fine.

All I need is a couple more tanks of gas and an open road. We'll get there.