icing on the cake. While I remained in that
no-space, something truly incredible was
happening. Forming in front of me were two
distinct paths. I didn’t know it at the time
but they were there and taking shape
silently. And it was the path less traveled
that beckoned and eventually brought me
back to life.
The first path was full of fear. It overflowed
with statistics, numbers and comparisons.
It left me feeling like a deer in the headlights. I was reduced to a tiny, compressed
little digit devoid of identity, lost in a storm
of ‘shoulds,’ ‘musts,’ and ‘have to.’ This path
took pieces of my soul and chewed it up
demanding that I stop questioning and just
blindly succumb. ‘Give all your power away
and you might survive’ was the overhead
banner in flashing neon lights. Though it
was scary, this path seemed the obvious
choice. Big, bold and bright! It certainly was
the popular one. Everyone else was doing it.
Heck, most people probably never gave it a
second thought. They seem to jump in with
both feet, and sometimes so terrified, that
they needed to keep their eyes squeezed
shut… all the way down. And while it made
total sense to head off on this shiny, bricked
road, there was something inside me that
lingered on a second option, far off to
the left, under the brambles, tucked away,
nearl