No matter how strong my resolve is there are still times of question and waver. Sometimes it is a struggle being the salmon, swimming upstream. It is far easier to go with the flow of the water and swim with everyone else. The opposition is few, and there is strength in numbers. At the same time, I cannot take the path everyone else takes, just because it is easier.
While my resolve is impenetrable, every so often, the voices of the masses get louder. I start hearing the whispers during my quiet times. The static becomes boisterous. The buzzing in my ear is relentless. I begin to question the path upon which I’m walking. My arms fatigue swimming against the current. I grow weary.
STOP. BREATHE. REFOCUS. I must follow my heart and listen to my inner guidance, even if that means my strength in numbers is one.
Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.