I just walked through this gate and sat down on a brick wall to type this post. This is the Gerald Ford Birthsite, a memorial to the 38th President of the United States, who was born here.
The place is surrounded by flowers and waterfalls and a little gazebo is off to the side, showing a model of his original house and memorabilia.
I came here for peace and quiet, sun and chirping birds. And writing.
My life is taking a turn. Sometimes turns are hard to make, even when you initiate the turn and you know the turn is right. It’s hard to admit failure sometimes. Well, not hard to admit; just hard to accept. But it is a part of growing and admitting that I am only human. Sometimes you cannot make a square peg fit into a round hole, no matter how much you try to coerce it. This is the negative side of the turn; the realisations that sometimes things just don’t work.
Then again, there is a peg out there that fits the hole perfectly. It is a chance to grow in a positive way.. to learn new perspectives.. to experience new things, to feel as if you’re alive instead of just getting by. This is the positive side of the turn.