Face The World, On Your Own, Life Will Go On...

I was up at 5 this morning and the fog was intense. It poured down the foothills of the mountains and settled over Orange. I could barely see through it and so was going 30 miles an hour. At this slow pace I realized that I would soon pass through the fog and reach a point of clarity. Which is life in a silly metaphor. I may be in a patch of cloud right now but I can wait it out until I reach the clear in the road. All I have to do is be patient and move forward. No more dwelling on past mistakes and regrets. I know things will work out- they always do...