I’m on the road. Yesterday we drove through the Valley of Fire in Nevada. I recommend approaching from the west end of the park. One minute, we were surrounded by grey slopes and tan sand - the next minute, we came around a corner for a dramatic reveal of red sandstone outcroppings.
The stones show swirl lines and hollows. They seem almost unconnected to the ground below them, rising sharply with changed texture and color. Our party walked around them, scrambling down slopes, stepping into sculpted alcoves, and snapping pictures.
We enjoyed the new sights. We’d deliberately taken a small detour to reach them. The novelty was part of the pleasure.
Sometimes when our lives take a turn into new territory, we don’t appreciate the change. If we had come into the Valley of Fire without intending to, would we have thought these rocks were too red, too tall, too strange? Would we have been annoyed instead of intrigued by their unusual forms and their complexity?
Or would we have been glad to discover them?
I can’t know for sure. I cultivate an adventurous spirit, the better to surf the inevitable surprises that come my way. I enjoy my life more that way. Travel to new places helps me stay open to new experiences.
And sometimes I still take annoyance at change. Then I seek coaching.
May you have the resilience to take what comes your way well. And if at first you don’t, may you find the support you need to develop it.
Anna