It's a song day. I've loved this song for years, and it has applied to so many different times in my life when I've been faced with making a choice. Since becoming a widow, the idea of choice has been a constant theme in my life. At first just choosing to get out of bed was a conscious decision. As time has passed, it has become a choice to live my life with as much optimism as I can muster, a choice to believe I can have a good life in my present and future, while learning to live with the past.
Thought I knew my mind like the back of my hand, the gold and the rainbow, but nothing panned out as I planned. And they say only milk and honey's gonna make your soul satisfied! Well I better learn how to swim, cause the crossing is chilly and wide.
Twisted guardrail on the highway, broken glass on the cement. A ghost of someone's tragedy. How recklessly my time has been spent. And they say that it's never too late, but you don't get any younger! Well I better learn how to starve the emptiness and feed the hunger.
Up on the watershed, standing at the fork in the road. You can stand there and agonize til your agony's your heaviest load. You'll never fly as the crow flies, get used to a country mile. When you're learning to face the path at your pace, every choice is worth your while.
Well there's always retrospect to light a clearer path. Every five years or so I look back on my life and I have a good laugh. You start at the top, go full circle round, catch a breeze, take a spill. But ending up where i started again makes me wanna stand still.
Stepping on a crack, breaking up and looking back. Every tree limb overhead just seems to sit and wait. Until every step you take becomes a twist of fate.
Up on the watershed, standing at a fork in the road. You can stand there and agonize til your agony's your heaviest load. You'll never fly as the crow flies, get used to a country mile. When you're learning to face, the path at your pace, every choice is worth your while.
Watershed, Indigo Girls