Sometimes, I have no idea where I am going. I love having a plan, a map, a guide. But sometimes I have to cast aside any notion of a plan and just go where I am going.
This is terrifying.
For whatever reason, I often take pictures of my feet. It’s a way of remembering where I’ve been. It’s also an inspiration to keep on going. My feet have stepped (in the case of the above picture) where saints have walked. Where history was made. Where almost nothing happened. Where someone died. Where someone lived.
I look back to remember why I am going forward. I think of memories (some painful, some glorious, some dull) and see how those experiences have shaped me into who I am. Sometimes I like how they have shaped me. Sometimes I do not. Whichever way the memory runs, remembering encourages me to keep going.
Where am I going?
Where will my feet be pictured next?