The River Within | Part Five
Choosing the Next Bend
What is mine to choose from where I am now?
The invitation had been sitting on her kitchen counter for four days.
Not an actual invitation.
There was no envelope.
No fancy paper.
Just a yellow sticky note she'd written to herself after the workshop.
Three words:
Call about class.
She'd walked past it approximately forty times.
She'd moved it once when wiping the counter.
Picked it up twice.
And yesterday she'd nearly thrown it away because apparently sticky notes eventually became part of the kitchen decor if you ignored them long enough.
The class wasn't particularly important.
That was the funny part.
It was a six-week evening course she'd heard someone mention at the workshop.
Something she'd always been curious about.
Something she had absolutely no practical reason to take.
It wouldn't advance her career.
It wouldn't solve any of the questions she'd been asking herself.
There was no certificate she needed.
No obvious return on investment.
She simply wanted to do it.
And somehow, that made the decision harder.
She picked up the sticky note again.
Call about class.
Then came the familiar questions.
What if I sign up and don't like it?
What if I'm terrible at it?
What if I get busy?
What if this is just another thing I start and don't finish?
And then the biggest one:
What if this isn't where I'm supposed to be going?
She stood there holding the note.
A few weeks earlier, that question might have stopped her.
This time another one appeared.
Quietly.
Does it have to be?
We Want the Map
There is something comforting about knowing where we're going.
We like destinations.
Plans.
Timelines.
Signs that we're making the right decision.
We want to stand at the beginning of a path and somehow see the entire thing.
Where it leads.
What it will cost.
Whether we'll succeed.
Who we'll become.
Whether we'll regret choosing it.
Preferably before we take the first step.
But rivers don't work that way.
They bend.
They disappear behind trees.
They narrow.
They widen.
They encounter rocks and fallen branches and unexpected terrain.
From one place along the bank, you cannot see the entire river.
You can only see the stretch of water in front of you and perhaps the beginning of the next bend.
Life often asks the same of us.
Not:
Can you guarantee where this leads?
But: Is this the direction you want to explore from where you are now?
The Difference Between a Decision and a Destiny
Sometimes we make choices feel impossibly heavy because we quietly turn them into declarations about the rest of our lives.
If I take this job, this is my career.
If I move, this is where I live now.
If I start something, I have to finish it.
If I change direction, the old direction must have been wrong.
If I choose this, I'm closing every other door.
No wonder decisions can feel overwhelming.
We're asking one choice to carry the weight of an entire future.
But not every decision is destiny.
Some choices are simply information-gathering through living.
Take the class.
Have the conversation.
Visit the place.
Apply.
Try it for a month.
Say no once.
Ask for help.
Spend an afternoon doing the thing you've been curious about.
Walk a little farther.
Then notice:
What happens in me when I move this direction?
Sometimes clarity doesn't arrive before movement.
Sometimes movement gives us the information that creates clarity.
She Made the Call
She dialed the number before she could turn it into a research project.
A woman answered.
“Hi. I'm calling about the Thursday evening class.”
There.
She'd said it.
The woman explained the schedule.
Six Thursdays.
Seven to nine.
There were still a few spaces available.
“Would you like me to register you?”
She hesitated.
Not because something felt wrong.
Because she was waiting for certainty.
That familiar feeling that would announce:
YES. THIS IS ABSOLUTELY THE CORRECT DECISION FOR YOUR LIFE.
It didn't come.
Of course it didn't.
Instead, she noticed something much quieter.
She wanted to go.
That was all.
“Yes,” she said.
“I would.”
Choosing From Who You Are Now
There is another reason choosing can be difficult.
Sometimes we're making today's decisions using yesterday's version of ourselves.
The person who chose the path we're on may have had different needs.
Different responsibilities.
Different information.
Different dreams.
Different capacity.
Different priorities.
That doesn't make the earlier choice wrong.
It means we are allowed to continue becoming.
The woman with the old planner hadn't been wrong to be dependable.
The woman staring at the blank notebook hadn't failed because she couldn't immediately answer What do I want?
The woman sitting in candlelight wasn't wasting time because she wasn't solving anything.
Each version of her had brought something to the river.
And now she had more information.
Not about her entire future.
About herself.
That was enough to choose from.
Your Next Bend Doesn't Have to Be Dramatic
We tend to notice big decisions.
Leaving.
Starting.
Moving.
Ending.
Beginning again.
But some of the choices that change our direction are almost invisible.
I'm going to ask.
I'm going to rest.
I'm going to stop automatically saying yes.
I'm going to make the appointment.
I'm going to spend more time doing this.
I'm going to see what happens if I try.
I'm going to admit that I don't want that anymore.
I'm going to let myself want this.
A small change in direction can alter where a river eventually travels.
You don't always need a dramatic leap.
Sometimes you need one choice that belongs to the person you are now.
Pause at the River
Think about the part of your life that has been asking for your attention.
Maybe something has already become clearer as you've moved through this collection.
Maybe you're still uncertain.
Both are welcome here.
What am I curious enough to explore?
What feels more like me than it did six months ago?
What feels less like me?
Is there something I keep returning to even after I talk myself out of it?
What decision have I made enormous that might actually be an experiment?
If I didn't need to know where it leads, what would I choose to explore next?
Notice the word explore.
You are not signing a contract with the rest of your life.
You're choosing the next bend.
Something to Carry With You
Remember the question from Part Four?
What would make this 10% more possible?
Now we add another:What is one choice I can make with the information I have today?
Not when you're more confident.
Not when everyone understands.
Not when you know exactly how it turns out.
Today.
Maybe the answer is action.
Maybe the answer is waiting.
Maybe the answer is gathering information.
Maybe the answer is asking someone to walk beside you.
Maybe the answer is:
Not yet.
That can be a choice too.
The goal isn't constant movement.
It's learning to recognize when a choice feels increasingly like yours.
Back at the River
Thursday evening came.
She almost didn't go.
Of course she almost didn't go.
Some things apparently didn't change overnight.
She stood near the front door looking for her keys while simultaneously reconsidering every decision that had led to this moment.
Then she saw something on the little table beside the door.
The old planner.
She'd moved it downstairs a few days earlier.
She picked it up.
For a moment, she thought about the woman who had filled every square.
The woman who had carried so much.
She felt tenderness toward her now.
Not embarrassment.
Not frustration.
Gratitude.
You got me here.
She didn't say it aloud.
That would have been weird.
Although, honestly, she'd been talking to herself quite a bit lately.
She smiled.
Put the planner down.
Picked up her keys.
And left.
Around the Next Bend
The class ended at nine.
It was already dark when she drove home.
Instead of taking the main road, she turned toward the park.
Just for a minute.
She parked and walked toward the river.
The path was quiet.
The water moved steadily beneath the moonlight.
She followed it until she reached the bend she'd been sitting near for the past several weeks.
From there, the river disappeared behind the trees.
She still couldn't see what came next.
But now she understood something she hadn't understood before.
Not seeing wasn't the same as being lost.
She knew where she was.
She knew more about what she carried.
She knew what helped her become quiet enough to hear herself.
She knew some of the conditions that made movement easier.
And increasingly, she knew what it felt like when a choice belonged to her.
Maybe clarity wasn't seeing the entire river.
Maybe clarity was knowing enough about yourself to choose the next bend.
She stood there a little longer.
Then turned toward home.
Tomorrow would bring ordinary things.
Work.
Laundry.
Emails.
People needing things.
Cold coffee, probably.
She laughed at that.
Her life hadn't become a different life.
But she was beginning to inhabit it differently.
And for now...
that was enough.
The River Is Still Moving
If you've reached this point in the collection hoping I would tell you exactly what comes next, I can't.
And I don't think I should.
Your river is yours.
There will be seasons when the water moves easily.
There will be places where it becomes blocked.
There will be things you discover you're carrying.
There will be moments when the wisest movement is no movement at all.
And there will be times when something inside you quietly says:
I think I'm ready to see what's around that bend.
When that happens, you don't need the entire map.
You need enough clarity for the part of the river you're standing beside.
Before You Go
I hope you don't leave The River Within believing that clarity means having everything figured out.
I hope you leave with better questions.
When I feel stuck:
What might be making movement difficult?
When the journey feels heavy:
What am I carrying, and does all of it still belong?
When I can't hear myself:
Where is my still point?
When movement feels impossible:
What conditions might make it more available?
And when the next chapter begins calling:
What feels like mine to choose from where I am now?
You can return to these questions whenever you need them.
Because there will be other bends.
There always are.
And perhaps that's not something to fear.
Perhaps that's simply what it means to have a river within.
Your Journey Doesn't Have to End Here
Maybe this collection gave you something you needed today.
A question.
A little breathing room.
A different way of understanding where you are.
You don't have to turn that into anything else.
The Still Point Library will be here whenever you'd like another place to pause, explore, or reconnect with yourself.
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A Final Note From Cindy
There is a reason I called this collection The River Within.
I don't believe our lives move in straight lines.
I don't believe every season needs to be optimized, fixed, or turned into a lesson.
And I don't believe clarity means never feeling uncertain again.
I believe there is wisdom in learning to notice ourselves differently.
To become curious about what blocks us.
To honor what we've carried.
To create space for what is true.
To understand what helps us move.
And, when we're ready, to choose again.
Your next bend doesn't need to make sense to everyone else.
It simply needs to feel like yours.
Wherever your river takes you next, I hope you remember:
You don't have to see the whole river to trust yourself with the next bend.
With love,
Cindy
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