Hmmm…..foreshadowing. I’ve thought long and hard about this subject all week.
And nothing happened.
I’ve never had a week when this post didn’t at some point, form and solidify somewhere in my thought process. Some weeks my focus is obvious from the moment I read the post about the next challenge. The photo just sort of appears and the words write themselves. Often the challenge theme percolates through my psyche as the words and images morph from one version of the draft to another until it results in the final post.
This time the word made me uneasy. Foreshadowing makes me uneasy. It sounds sinister and dark. It sounds like a feeling in the pit of one’s stomach and I don’t like those feelings.
In my life I’ve often had a desire to want to know what lies ahead.
Through all of Jim’s entire military career I’ve wanted to know how long we would live in a house and what zip code was in my future. Or at least have an idea of a timeline. Yet now, as I look back, I know that any foreshadowing of all that was to come would only have made me afraid or uneasy. Would I really have wanted to know that in the next 33 years I would move 22 times? Would I have been scared silly as a Lieutenant’s spouse to know where his career would take us? You bet! I had to grow into all of this. Foreshadowing would have taken away the spontaneity and the thrill of the unknown, of waiting to turn the corner to see what was next.
So although this U-haul van that I walked past during the course of this week asks me where I will go next, I don’t really want the answer to that question. I know it’s the beautiful state of Nebraska but as to the roads I’ll walk, the people I’ll come to know and love, the joys and heartaches that will be part of this next move? I’d rather they remain a mystery, revealing themselves day by day, unfolding slowly and looked forward to with anticipation.
You can keep the foreshadowing, I’d rather not know or even have a gut feeling of what lies ahead.
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