The Road (More or Less) Traveled
Last week I had lunch with one of my best friends in the whole world. Her name is Rochelle (I call her Chelley), and we’ve been BFFs for coming up on 20 years now. We don’t see each other often—once or twice a year if we’re lucky—but when we do (after the hugging and compliments are over) we settle in and pick right up where we left off the last time we chatted. There is never an awkward moment. We yak and yuk it up as if we just saw each other yesterday.
(I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that most women have a friend like Chelley, a certain someone who, though not part of your life’s daily fabric, is still a solid thread without whom the pattern would be incomplete. Agree or disagree?)
During the course of our conversation, Chelley and I talked about the tendency of people to compare themselves and their lives to others. I said something along the lines of, “I think we all travel the road we’re meant to travel, and it’s a different road for each of us so we shouldn’t compare our road to someone else’s, especially if it’s writing we’re talking about because we all take a different route.”
Chelley’s response to that was something along the lines of, “What the hell are you talking about?”
I tried to clear up my statement, but my rambling became more convoluted and the discussion grew wings and flew off in another direction.
That’s when I realized that while my written communication does its job, my verbal communication clearly needs an overhaul. It was a watershed moment that would have made my husband stand up and do a happy dance. He’s been telling me for years I don’t know what I’m talking about. Ha.
Anyway, because I’m certain my gal pal has lain awake nights nibbling her fingernails while attempting to decipher my verbal mishmash, I’m taking the time now to clarify the intent of my statement. Here goes. This is what I tried to say, and it’s really pretty simple.
We each travel our own road. We will take detours meant for no one else, understanding that for some the detours are few and for others many. We will pick up stones in our shoes, and the stones may be small or large, at varying times. How we maneuver the detours and cope with the rub of the stones is what determines how and when we reach the finish line. This applies to life in general, as well as components of it such as career and personal goals.
There. That wasn’t so tough. Why couldn’t I say it without a keyboard in front of me?
So now I have a few things I’d like to know. First, do you have a friend like Chelley, someone you can go months or even years without seeing, but when you do get together you pick up right where you left off? Second, do you excel at both written and verbal communication, or are you stronger at one than the other, and if so, which? And last, do you agree or disagree with my road analogy? What would you add or modify? Inquiring minds want to know, Buttercup.
Wishing everyone a fantastic Wednesday! See you next week for more of the naked truth.