The road to my home goes up the side of a mountain.

It curves back and forth, as it winds its way up the steep incline. As I was driving it the other day, I thought how it repeatedly takes us in the opposite direction of our house. The road to our house sometimes takes us away from our house.

The road to our dreams is a lot like the road up the mountain to my home.

When I began to pursue my dream of writing, I could see my goal clearly. And my vision of attaining it was a road that was straight up. But life. It apparently hadn’t been informed of my plans . . .

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