Making Tracks?
In life, I tend to make my own tracks. Sometimes following in someone else's footsteps serves a purpose, I'll admit. But usually I have more fun breaking new ground.
Tonight while walking after a big snowstorm, I came to an unshoveled section of sidewalk. I had an option to follow in the footsteps of someone who went before me, or to literally make my own tracks. Silly me, I thought that following the footsteps made more sense. Until I nearly slipped on the ice underneath, in the worn down tracks. I quickly switched and began making a new trail. All is right with the world again.
How do you approach life?
