Paths

Everyday at work, I've been trying to go for a walk on Oak Hill Trail.  The trail is beginner level, has a few hills and a winding path.  Within the first ten minutes of the trail, I always come across this wood shed.  The first time I walked it, I was with a friend and it prompted a conversation about mass murderers and people in scary movies who ALWAYS go to the shed...I mean really...not a smart idea.  Don't they know what happens when you do that?  It never ends well...Freddy, Jason, Michael Myers might be in there....just biding their time until some poor, unsuspecting schmuck comes along. 

My friend tells me, every time I walk, to go to the shed  and look in.  He's tried telling me that there are unicorns and butterflies in there. And each time I say "Um, no."  But yesterday as I walked I got to thinking....what an awesome metaphor this is for me! 

I've always followed "the path."  Not sure who decided the path that I'm on...but I've always followed it.  I'm not sure if it's fear or a sense of "right" that keeps me on this path.  It's not a path that I'm completely happy with.  I stifle a lot of stuff until it comes bubbling to the surface and causes shock waves all around me.  I get frustrated at holding myself back from being....me.  So, maybe it's time to take that leap of faith and look in the shed?  Perhaps, I will find "me" locked up in there waiting to be released.......