We leave a trail behind us as we go along. Some trails are fairly straight, point A to point B. Others meander, go in circles or take sharp turns. The crumbs left behind may be perceived as stale bread by one and blessed food by another.
I recently had dinner with some old classmates, some of whom I haven’t seen in over 30 years. We spoke of our life journies and those of our children. We laughed and marveled at the passage of time. In remembering our school days together, where I remembered myself as self-conscious and shy, friends remembered someone brave. Where I recalled a vaccuum of self-confidence, they remembered someone who did whatever with no fear of what others thought.
This revelation doesn’t change my trail, but looking back with new perspective, I begin to truly appreciate the path I’ve chosen to travel.