The worst feeling in the world is to wake up one day and to wonder what you did with your life. We are given this gift for such a short time, and as Paul said, it is a race. Am I running the race?
I sometimes think it’s better to move in the wrong direction than to not move at all. At least, in the wrong direction, I can feel something was gained or learned, even if it is what not to do. Now when I stand still, I gain nothing.
For the past three years, I have been standing still primarily waiting for the “right opportunity” to present itself. The problem is that whenever any opportunity comes, I rationalize away the chance by convincing myself that it is not the right opportunity.
I suppose it is something like having kids. You try your best to plan your life and wait for the right moment. Making sure that finances are lined up, in laws are lined up, career is lined up, and you are lined up emotionally. With all this planning, it’s difficult to make sure all these stars are aligned. And kids have a way of not complying with our plans. Sometimes they come when you plan it, sometimes they arrive when they want to and not according to plan. And in every case, it’s never perfectly as you planned. However, once they’re here, you find ways to make it work because at the end of the day, they are your kids and your job is to make it work.
In the same way, I can’t be waiting for the right opportunity to get back on track. One thing I have learned in life is that God never complies with our plan. We just need to get on board with his plan and let it take shape. I just need to get back on whatever track I think is correct, in whatever way I think am capable of. I can’t be waiting for all the stars to align and a magical voice from the sky to tell me that “it’s time”. Then my job is only to make it work, adapt to the circumstances and continue to correct the course as God leads me.