“The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.” – Jean Jacques Rousseau

In my twenties I had no idea that my decisions no matter how big or small were actually deciding the trajectory of my life. The metaphor of the pilot making tiny adjustments to the plane’s path comes to mind.

Now when I look back over the decades I can see thin squiggly lines made up of infinitesimal movements from one moment to another and how they ever so slowly lead to this place, this now. It’s terrifying and miraculous to turn around and head into the next place not knowing where it will lead.