One Part Maze, Two Parts Amazing
Fall is back and so are those damn birds.
It’s cool here again, and cold is a sensation I’m not used to anymore. It’s a strange feeling to be back at fall after the interminable summer. Stranger yet is that a year from now (almost to the day) I’ll be getting married. Exciting and surreal and strange.
Surreal is a feeling I’m experiencing a lot lately, too. I heard a story the other day about these people that had to call 9-1-1 because they got stuck in a corn maze. They panicked and needed police to get them out. And for some dumb reason they had their newborn baby with them, but that’s neither here nor there.
The main point of this story is that life is a lot like a maze. You go with your gut to get around the turns and find your way along a path that you hope will lead you in the right direction. Sometimes amazing things happen when you are ready to pull out your cell phone and call 9-1-1 so the flashlight-wielding cops can lead you to safety and hot cider. Sometimes the right turn just presents itself to you as though it’s lighted with cartoonish flashing red arrows. And that’s when it’s surreal–the unbelievableness of things just working out, the magic of finding what you’re looking for right when you’re about to throw up your hands and surrender.
We found a wedding venue. And *knock on wood* I haven’t changed my mind yet.
It’s a new season. I don’t know for sure what’s around the next turn, but I’m excited to find out.
