I know where I’m going because I know where I’ve been.
Oct 9, 08- (by Chris Mecham)
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My mom, God bless her, my mom saves wine corks. She saves them in white plastic grocery bags and she takes them with her whenever she goes up to her cabin. Should the weather be poor up at the cabin, she’ll crack open another bottle, bust out the hot glue gun, and set about to completely uhpolster the walls of the downstairs bathroom with wine corks. The last time I was up there, two years ago, she was nearly done. I suspect that next she’ll try her hand at siding the pump house with them.
I know where mom is going. I know where she’s been.
Once in awhile, when I feel like I’m not making any progress or when I’m frustrated, I take out my “God Box,” the beautiful, laquered cherry box I keep my chips, and letters to my HP about the things that trouble me most, and I’ll look at what’s inside. I’ll hold my 1 year coin. Then I’ll hold the 9 month coin, the 6 month, and so on. Once in awhile, when I feel like I’m not making any progress or when I’m frustrated, I take a moment and remind myself where I’ve been and where I came from, and it makes me so grateful. It helps me to see the road before me.
It reminds me, no matter how frustrated or discouraged I feel, that I can go on. And it reminds where I’m going, because it reminds me where I’ve been.
And then I remember what my grandfather used to say. “You can’t lead ‘em where you ain’t goin’.”
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