Driving along on my normal Walmart run today, the same route I take to work each day, it suddenly hit me: My daily routine is a metaphor for my life.
Each morning I get on the Interstate going north, I have to quickly move over one lane to the left. After I pass the Mixmaster, I have to quickly move back over one lane to the right from where I will then exit.
Each evening after work, I get on the Interstate going south, I have to move over two lanes to the left. After I pass the Mixmaster, I need to quickly move one lane back to the right from where I will exit.
Same thing every day.
How is this a metaphor, you ask?
In my life I seem to be always changing lanes to accommodate the moment or the destination. To get to my final goal, I cannot stay in one lane or it will take me someplace I don’t want to be, possibly someplace unpleasant, someplace totally inconvenient and out of my way.
In my current situation I am not only changing lanes, I am also changing lanes back to where I’d started. That suggests flexibility and compromise. I am willing to change lanes – after checking traffic to see if it is safe before doing so – but know that I can still move back to the original lane when necessary.
That lane can lead me to an exit ramp or an on ramp, and if that isn’t one of life’s metaphors I don’t know what is!