
A change of direction, and an unknown path. Image: Su Leslie, 2016
When I was a child, my parents had a very clear path mapped out for my life; university, profession, marriage, children.
Although I’ve reached some of those way-points, I’ve done so by following — sometimes just stumbling across — very different pathways to those that my parents envisaged.

Safe, flat, easy terrain. A clear path, but perhaps not the right one. Image: Su Leslie, 2016
For many years now, I’ve been navigating a series of trails called “motherhood.” I’ve fallen over quite a lot and got lost far too many times, but when I look back, it’s with some sense of achievement.
Now that the boy-child has left home, those trails are less and less meaningful, and I need a new direction.

Unsure what’s round the corner. Image: Su Leslie, 2016
I’m not sure what path 2017 will take me down. I’m not even sure there will be an actual route — I may have to make my own. I’m pretty sure I’ll stumble around, complain loudly about not having a map, and I will certainly lose my way sometimes.
But I hope that whatever path I make, it takes me to places where I can live simply and do good. But most of all, I intend to enjoy the walk.

A clearing in the woods, but maybe no path. Image: Su Leslie, 2016
A contribution to the Daily Post Photo Challenge on the theme of path.
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