Tuesday, July 28, 2009
“Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after” (Henry David Thoreau).
Countless times, I’ve thought I had life figured out. Seriously. I thought I had the details of life under my thumb. I was the master of my fate, future, and fortune.
Each time I had everything figured out, a curveball came my way. Out of nowhere. Blindsiding me completely.
Why do those things blindside me? I am not promised exemption from being blindsided.
Blindsiding is more normal than abnormal.
Could it be I’ve been fishing for the wrong things?