I've been trying to push my boundaries and try new things. There was a time that I was quite fearless, but comfort seems to have softened that edge. Don't get me wrong! There's a goodness to that comes with softening, but I think that a certain amount of courage is needed to live with enthusiasm.
One of the things I've been doing is leaving the house. Every day I go for a walk, long or short, something to get me out into the world. Today I saw this sign.
I have seen the sign before, but today I decided to go down that road. This, by the way, is the road...
It is a road in the very loosest sense, it is a way, but I followed it nonetheless.
Every so often the trees to the sides would clear, showing off views of the surrounding farm land.
Wildflowers sprouted here and there in a showy display.
I even found what I believe to be an honest to goodness faerie house.
It was beautiful and quiet (except for my terrible singing). The temperature was perfect. The breeze made the greenery dance.
And before I knew it, I had reached the end of the road.
As with all of the other things I've pushed myself to do, the road less traveled wasn't that scary.
