Crossroads

I’ve wrote many posts, texts and messages about my long-standing hate of walking. The thing is, I also hate metaphorical walking. That is, the one where you end up in a crossroad, which is of course symbolic, actually standing for an important life decision. What way should I choose? Where should I go? So many other smarter and more creative people than me described the feeling.

What I’ve come to fear about crossroads is the way they tend to bring up what you tried to forget. The things you barely notice anymore. I try so hard to not let my disability influence my decisions in life too much. I have to keep it in mind, of course, but I try to act out of passion, not fear; and when disability takes the wheel, I’m not brave. So I try to calm down, sleep well, and see what I’m excited about, instead of what makes me dreadful. The process served me well so far.