On this day last year we went for a hike that was to be one of the highlights of our trip to New Zealand, the Tongariro Crossing. Mother Nature had other plans and decided to throw us a curveball. It was so foggy that we couldn’t see anything, let alone go on the hike. We still drove up and did a different hike, but the pic below tells the whole story… on the way up we took the top pic, the way down we took the other pic. Both in the same place, of the same thing, but a very different view.
That picture seems so appropriate today. Sometimes I have this perfect vision of where I’m going and how to get there. Out of nowhere a fog rolls in and distorts my view. I know the same destination is out there and remains unchanged, but it is hidden away. If I pause, take a deep breath and stay calm the fog will lift and I’ll find my way again. If I panic I can get off track, get lost and turned around, and possibly even find myself further away from my goal.
When I find myself in the fog I must remember to pause, take a deep breath, and see the fog as a warm blanket to be appreciated. In that changed view there is beauty and sometimes different perspective. If I choose to panic instead I only get further lost in the fog and will need extra time to reorient myself afterwards.
Today I stood calm in the fog and soaked it in. As it has slowly lifted I’m seeing the view I’ve known has been there the whole time and I have a different and deeper appreciation for it.