How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man. How many years can a mountain exist before it is washed to the sea. How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky. The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind, the answer is blowin’ in the wind.
This Bob Dylan song was playin’ in my head, the song was playin’ in my head. And I wondered, how did I come to travel on this road? How did I get to where I am? Why did I turn this way, when I could have gone that way? A year ago I would have told you, “I don’t know.”
Perhaps it’s a matter of timing. That’s definitely part of it. Being in the right place at the right time is of course influential. I think perhaps it’s something more. To be sure, timing is important, but I believe there’s something more at work. Something more has helped me choose the road I’m on.
I’m not going to lie. I was destined to become a screw up. I just was. I beat the odds. How? I firmly believe someone has had their hand on my shoulder my whole life, guiding me, coaxing me in a certain direction. Someone I can’t see or hear, but I know someone’s there. Sometimes I can almost feel it. I don’t know who it is but I have a pretty good idea. Don’t think for a moment someone no longer on this earth isn’t watching over you because they just might be. I have more on that, but I’ll save it for another time. Just know you have a choice in which roads you choose to travel and if you get a little nudge from something sight unseen, it might be a good idea to let it guide you.
When the stars line up and you catch a good break. People think that you’re lucky but you know it’s grace. It can happen so fast or a little bit late. Timing is everything. I love that Natlie Hemby song. Don’t you?