Finding My Way

Updated: May 21

By Mary Anderson


I am surrounded by maps these days. Maps of rivers and mountains, desert and forest. They are taking over my bed. Large ones weighing over half a pound. Smaller, one page ones delineating a route I might be able to take while I make my way on the CDT. Sometimes I wonder how I will ever find my way.

Then I remember that finding my way on the trail means taking that first step into the unknown, one step at time. It’s kind of like writing. When I feel lost on the page I have to just begin where I am and keep going one word at a time. Like hiking, if I stop too long I will wither and die. I’ve learned to keep writing even when I don't want to. I’m learning to take breaks, to push for that extra mile but not push too far, too fast. I’m learning I don't have to do it all alone. I use navigational aides when I need them, contacting friends to act as my compass when I am swamped by the writing.


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