A Path Full of Mud

Over the weekend, my niece reminded me of a very valuable lesson. It seems to be that in order to get to the really good parts in life, you have to first wade through a whole lot of mud.

Yesterday, the roommate and I discussed the idea of being on your life’s path –how sometimes there are those things that seem to “get in the way” and “muck up the works.” Creating your own life path and handling those obstacles seems like an easy enough concept. But how do we know what our path is in the first place?

There have been moments in my life where I understand “my path.” Deadlines, graduations and diplomas have created concrete timelines that assist in this. But there have been other times (especially those wandering times) where I’ve wondered: is this really what I’m supposed to be doing with my life?

I’ve waded through a lot of mud over the past year, and that journey taught me more about myself than any other time in my life. I’ve been okay when I really wasn’t. I’ve felt I didn’t have a purpose when I really did. I’ve felt worry and pain when I probably didn’t need to. I hiked up my big girl pants, threw on my boots and got really dirty. I found out things about myself I didn’t like. And I found a lot of things I did. Now I’m realizing: It was ALL part of THE PATH.

Honestly, coming out the other side feels hard. I know it doesn’t really make sense, but sometimes it’s hard to be completely content or happy with all of these swirling passions, hobbies and interests. Sometimes, I feel pressured to be like everybody else. But then I sit down and think. Maybe this is what is supposed to happen. Maybe this is MY path; unique and full of side trails. Those side trails connect the loop in ways I don’t foresee at first. But my detours seem to happen so I can grow and learn and change. That, I’ve learned.

Can a person believe both in free will and that everything happens for a reason? I’m running on the philosophy that I think I’m allowed to be – and believe – whatever I want. I’m running on the philosophy that I have a right to be happy, that it’s part of my path.

I’m sure I’ll get my foot stuck in the mud again eventually. Good thing these boots are made for trekkin’.

Tell me about your path.



Categories: Binding Experiences, Thoughtful


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5 Comments on “A Path Full of Mud”

  1. Maria
    August 22, 2011 at 6:56 pm #

    “Can a person believe both in free will and that everything happens for a reason?” — That’s pretty exactly what I’ve always believed in my own life, sometimes for no other reason than to keep myself sane when everything seems to be chaos. I never really even stopped to consider that it’s a bit contradictory, but that won’t stop me from believing it. We should chat this one out in more detail! :)

  2. August 23, 2011 at 12:05 pm #

    I actually feel like this a lot. I don’t talk about it on my blog but I’m pretty unhappy at my current job. However, I feel like taking that job has taught me a lot about what I want to do and what I don’t want to do, career-wise. The only problem is finding a what I want to do job!

  3. August 24, 2011 at 3:27 pm #

    So long as you learn from wandering through the mud, it’s a valuable experience. Do all things happen for a reason? Maybe, maybe not, but again whatever the experience, it may well lead you to a new place in life, a place of better understanding, greater opportunity. As for happy, one of the tenets of Ordinary Life, a class from which I get food for my spirit, is you have a moral obligation to be happy. Now, that’s a lot to think about. Have a great day.

    • August 24, 2011 at 3:36 pm #

      I really like that idea, Lulu. Thank you.

  4. Brittany
    August 29, 2011 at 12:50 am #

    Boy, those sure are some beautiful babies! :) Love the new blog, Rose!

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