Doing battle with daily dragons

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Waypoints

My skin is a map. Troubled elbows, knees, fingers atest to childhood misadventure. Feet and lower back to cartographers who added landmarks to remind me where it was that I’d been. Not that I’d be back; but it doesn’t help to forget where you’re coming from.

I’m having a new landmark fixed fast to the map. It’s going to say “hope” which I need to be reminded of daily. I’ll have to look in the mirror to see it, but there’s something to be said for stopping daily to survey what’s behind you, albeit without fanatical scrutiny. That leads nowhere. Hindsight often leads to nothing more than a crick in the neck.

Hope is going to be my watchword for the moment. I’m putting it on the map.