An Unplanned Turn

A turn is coming that I didn't plan. The road I was on was clear, mapped, mine. This one isn't. I could have taken it earlier. I saw it and kept driving straight. Now it's here, and I can't pretend the exit isn't there.

It carries risk. My hands aren't the only ones on the wheel; others are steering too, and I can't see the whole route. But this is the kind of change that adds facets, not the universal lesson everyone eventually learns, something smaller and stranger that makes the life mine. The unmapped part is exactly what makes it worth taking.

So I look toward it. The day has more pull now, more reason to get up. The anxiety is there too, quiet, because I don't control all of it and I never will. That's fine. Not everything worth doing is mine to steer. Some of it is only mine to enjoy.