I was lucky enough to go on a walk on a sunny morning in London, Ontario. The walk was muddy, winding, and there was a moment about an hour in when we weren’t really sure if we knew where we were or if we would make it back to the tour bus in time.
That’s the thing about being on a national tour of a show. Your time is never your own. Everything you do is dictated by the next bus call. Getting up in the morning to get to the bus, using your two precious hours at the hotel before you have to get back on the bus, hurrying after the show to make it back to the bus to get back to the hotel to start the process all over again. You start considering time as only the length between you and your next bus call. There’s not room for much else.
There was a moment when the husband and I were sinking in the mud where I sincerely asked if we were going to make it back in time for pending bus call. His response, “I think so?”
And that was really exciting.
Because there’s only so much you can do once you’re walking in the woods, especially when you’re in a foreign country and have no cell reception. You can either turn back or keep moving forward and hope you’re going the right way. You don’t really know which way is better, or easier, or shorter, so you just pick a path and hope you didn’t just screw yourself over too badly.
There was a moment very early on in the walk when things started to get really squishy and gross when we considered turning back. We would have if I hadn’t seen a woman coming toward us who we could ask how long the really deep mud went on for. She said we should keep going, and I’m so glad we did.
If we hadn’t, we would have missed the beautiful barren woods and the geese and wondering if we would make it to bus call in time. Because the woods were bigger and stronger than the bus. We couldn’t see the bus and it certainly wouldn’t have been able to find us.
And then, in the midst of wondering if we were going to be abandoned by the bus for being late, I started to wonder how many times in life we turn around because the path is muddy and back looks better than forward, and how many times we’re wrong and we should have kept plowing forward to see the geese!
I know, way too many thoughts for one muddy little trek through the woods.
So what is all this to say?
There’s a beauty in wondering if you’ll make it back in time, especially when a bus controls your life. And sometimes the mud in life isn’t worth getting your shoes wet, but other times it’s only a minor inconvenience on the path to something wonderful.