Just Turn

It’s easy to go either way. You turn left or you turn right. You start to lose touch with yourself, listen to the noise, let the rules and the dramas become so real that they gain weight, and it pulls you down. Or you say no to the call of foreign voices that have nothing to with your story, you remember who you are, and you rise above the chatter. You blink and it’s done, you’ve made your move. It isn’t hard. What’s hard is pulling the wheel back straight when the momentum has you moving in a direction you never intended. But even that can happen in a heartbeat. In a single breath. In the tick of the clock that you suddenly remember isn’t real. In the rush of the wind that brings you back into your body. Maybe the hardest part is believing that it must be hard. Maybe all you have to do is remember. So you leave clues just in case. A feather in the visor. A gemstone on the table. A book left open to that one page. Just in case, because the world is full of strangers calling us down roads that are not our own. But it’s also full of friends. Angels in ripped jeans, and squirrels and birds and painters. Children at play. Feathers in visors and gemstones on tables and songs you saved forever ago. Calling you back to yourself again. It isn’t hard, not really. Just turn around and go the other way.

~ Cristen Writes