Sometimes you need to take the detour, sometimes you have no choice.
Today life presented a detour to me. I received the news that I was let go from Sprint (again). My last day is next Friday and it is a bittersweet moment for me. I have struggled to know my place here ever since they laid off my entire team last year. I came back after about 5 months as they needed someone to work through some of the transition that was incomplete when they let my team go. It was easy to come back to Sprint. I love so many of my coworkers and after 23 years here things got pretty comfortable. I’ve been pondering a whole career change ever since I came back and it looks as if I get to give that idea a try.
Once they told me about my being let go, they said I could go home early and take some time to think about things. Well of course to me that meant only one thing, bike riding time. I got home and ate a quick lunch and started preparing to ride. I thought a few times about loading the bike on the Jeep so I could go do a different trail and almost talked myself out of it. I knew riding from home could add an hour of precious bike riding time, but I felt drawn to ride the Gary Haller Trail rather than the tried and true Indian Creek Trail. Finally I decided I must follow the urging and packed the bike to the Gary Haller Trail.
I started riding and it’s amazing what riding can do for me. It really clears my head and gets my mind working in a higher level kind of way. I was clipping along nicely when I came to this:
Talk about a detour!
I immediately thought about how this forced detour paralleled my current situation. The detour was not optional. To continue going forward without paying heed to the detour would mean destruction (or at least a great deal of pain). As I rode past this obstacle on the detour path I noticed that the path was not all smooth and comfortable (as the bike trail was). It was on gravel and was bumpy and filled with potholes. But in a matter of feet I was back on the path and moving quickly and comfortably again. Another parallel struck me. Detours are sometimes bumpy and not as comfortable. They can be tough and painful, but in the end they can also be lifesaving. And once you get past them you can start moving again.
I know that in the end this detour will be a good thing. It gives me a chance to think about what I want to do for the next 20 years or so. It gives me a chance to take care of things that I always say I would do if I had more time to do them. It gives me time to take care of myself and my family.
Last year when I got laid off I commemorated the occasion with this tattoo:
The translation for this is – Never look back, continue going forward on your journey. I need to remember why I got this tattoo as I move forward.
In the meantime, I foresee even more riding as I will have some free time on my hands. Hopefully I will be able to share more thoughts that come to me on my rides. One thing that helps me is that I am a positive thinker. I'm always looking for the silver lining. I know I can and will find it!