When people talk about life as a journey, they usually seem to suggest something out of Tolkien: a very long walk up one hill and down another, over rivers or sometimes through them although never, of course, stepping in the same one twice.
I think it’s more like a drive.
You only have so much control over how fast it goes by and it is not all about putting one foot in front of the other. It’s more like this: you have to aim in a general direction and constantly correct yourself, if you want to get where you want to go.
The heart surgery I mentioned in an earlier post hit the proverbial appliance earlier than expected. Hopefully, the journey of my life will become more or less regular by the end of this month–and so will my posts.
Until I hit another pothole.