This continues to be a week of discovery for me. So many new streets to walk, not without pitfalls, as it turns out.
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
(Portia Nelson, There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance of Self-Discovery)
There are five stanzas–chapters–in Nelson’s poem. The hole does get deeper but it takes less than forever to find a way out.
Finally, the repetition—doing the same thing over and over and getting the same results— becomes apparent. She walks around the hole. The final stanza or chapter is a single line, “I walk down another street.”
With new holes to discover, no doubt. 🙂 Similarly, I have walked such streets but less so, now.
Walking requires focus and without it, I fall in a hole every time. When I focus, I find a way around. As well, it does not take me as long to realize that certain streets were never a way for me. Never.
I don’t feel denied for there are so many streets I’ve yet to travel. It is mine to keep my life lens open.