As the bridge raises to allow for river passing, the traffic is stopped. Some foot passengers may even be thwarted and even in danger of overhead, impaired clearance.
So, do you ever feel that the hand of God has left you and that all the hope you have placed in the path you are on is gone. The steps you have taken to assure your success are trivial in light of new obstacles. You know that the bridge is good but there's no way to cross. Wait. Crap!
It is at this point, this very crux that I find myself too often. It's most embarrassing to start the whining and then to realize, that my little perspective is so limited. By my minor inconveniences, many other more important circumstances (often outside my perspective) are allowed to float about their own way.
For example: I recently spent two weeks of concentrated whining when a key employee in my local union was removed and quickly replaced. Man was I mad. All my plans, support systems and balances were interrupted. I thought I should quit, write a letter, or go over somebody's' head. My problem was, in my limited perspective. This may be the best way for me to grow and try new things.
I have always said, "don't get mad, get even." This time I'm just plain sad. I can't cross the bridge the same way that I used to. I feel alone and don't trust my union or their leaders. How can I work for people I don't trust?
Well, maybe it's me. How do I learn to trust myself? And when the bridge finally does lower back into position, how can I take it out of park and move forward when I don't know where I'm going any more?
Will I ever trust them? Me?
Watch you head...
