From the Archives: December 2004
I was visiting a client recently who had just constructed a house in a still-to-be-developed neighborhood. Their lot was on a cul-de-sac overlooking a beautiful forested area. As I drove onto the street I noticed a barrier where the street ended and this sign: “Road to be continued at a future date.” It made me laugh at first. I wondered why the general public needed to be informed of these plans. I imagined that it was probably a selling point for the prospective buyers to know that eventually their street would be going somewhere.
And then I stopped to ponder the greater significance of the sign staring at me. Being as I was at a turning point in my life, not knowing which way to go, this seemingly innocent road sign seemed to be speaking to me. Okay, so it wasn’t actually speaking to me. But it was speaking to me, in the metaphysical sense.
Sometimes there are roads we begin to travel only to realize partway through the journey that we’re on the wrong road or on it at the wrong time. And so we back up, move down another road, knowing that at some point in the future we will continue our journey on that first path. Just like those contractors don’t know precisely when their road will be continued, we’re not sure when we’ll travel that particular road again, but somewhere deep in our heart, we know we will return.