“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.
“I don’t much care where – ” said Alice.
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.
“—so long as I get somewhere,” Alice add as an explanation.
“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Okay, I think I’m back to the theme of my first post ... which way from here.

One of the first things I bought myself when I started living away from home was a poster featuring the picture of the Cheshire Cat grinning down at Alice from a tree, with the text above printed alongside. It’s hung in the living-room space of every one of my abodes since, though now it graces my family’s TV room.

I glance at it frequently and now that I’m well into middle age, I realize I still haven’t figured out where I want to go.

There I was today, all but haranguing my fifteen-year-old daughter about making some decisions about the direction of her life... but there sat I thirty-six years her senior with no clearer idea of “what I want to be when I grow up” than she does.

Once again, I find myself out of one groove and not sure where I want to go for the next one. Fear rules; and now with so little time left, really, to get somewhere, I’m all but petrified (in the sense of being locked to the spot) about making a choice.

Maybe I just haven’t walked long enough yet ....