We have stairs in our house. (That seems like an odd thing to share, I’ll admit, but it’ll make more sense in a moment.) We’ve lived in this house for over two and a half years now, and I’ve gone up and down the stairs multiple times a day.
Suffice it to say, I’ve had a lot of experience with those stairs.
And yet, some days, as I’m running up the stairs, I have a moment—a strange moment when there’s a shadow or the light flickers and my brain goes “Where’s the next step?!”
The thing is, the next step is in exactly the same place as it’s always been. It didn’t move. My feet have pounded up and down those stairs thousands of times. My feet know those steps. It’s my eyes that have doubt issues.
My eyes catch a strange shadow and suddenly I question everything.
Shadows can make us do that, Bridget. We think we know what we wantÂ and where we’re going and suddenly, the light shifts, and we doubt our own feet.
You’re going to journey down a lot of paths, trails, stairs, and roads. Some will be familiar, some will be entirely new and strange. The light will shift and flicker and fade. You’ll have days when the sun is shining and you can see for miles. You’ll have days when the fog is so thick, you can’t even see your knees.
But don’t doubt your feet, Bridget. If you know the path you’re on was meant for you, don’t entangle your feet in needless worries or trip them up with overwhelming doubts. Even when you can’t see the next step, and shadows creep around you, trust your feet to carry you on.
You’ll get where you’re going, one trusting step at a time.
What’s Dear Bridget all about? It’s a series on my blog composed of letters to a hypothetical teen girl named Bridget. Why Bridget? It means strong. And it represents the current generation of young women. These letters are my attempt to break through the chaos and the crap that’s flying at today’s young woman in order to offer advice and encouragement, from me and other incredible women who remember what it was like to be in her shoes.