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The geese were in some serious need of direction yesterday morning. All of ‘em were honking, none of them seemed to know the best route for going, and they kept circling around the pond hoping that someone would take the lead already.

On the way home from the market yesterday afternoon, I must have scooted over into the left lane a bit too closely for the truck barreling down behind me. My suspicion was confirmed when he pulled up alongside me, flipped the bird, and then pulled up ahead to ride the line between the two lanes lest I thought I should be in the lead. Down the Boulevard we drove until we both reached the light and he could again confirm his sentiments for all in line behind us to see, as well as my two kids in tow. I smiled, waved, and hoped that whatever aggression he was taking out on me would ease the next encounter on his list. 

With all that’s flying about these days—from birds to middle fingers—I hope you’re steady on the path that’s before you, that you’re head up with a heart full, that you can find meaningful ways to speak the words you wish for others to hear, that you can find your formation, that you can gracefully take a lead or share the lane depending on the course ahead.