After the whirlwind of the past few months, one thing was certain: life was a maze. There was nothing straight forward about it. Everything that pretended to be straight somehow ended in unexpected twists and turns, only to leave me full of wonder at how I possibly made it through to the end. I couldn't just pack a pair of hedge trimmers to take a shortcut and hoodwink fate. No, I had to walk the path of life given to me with all its detours. The goal wasn't to avoid getting lost all together - in fact, that was most unlikely given that I was in a maze. I think the trick is to simply keep walking. To enjoy the process of getting lost and finding myself again, different and more grown-up than when I had left. One step after another, that was all that it took. One step after another, so simple and so utterly enough.
