Paths

Apart from going through some corrections from my proof reader on part three of my novel I haven't had a much of a writing week.  Most of my focus has been directed on the yoga workshop I held on Saturday morning.

It's interesting to compare my two occupations and how I feel about them. 

My week has been full of planning postures, going over talks, preparing handouts, all of which I feel capable and knowledgeable about.  I've been properly trained and taken on a wealth of experience in the years I have been teaching.  Not saying it comes easy, just that I feel confident and sure of what I'm doing.  My yoga path is straight and steady.  It has no obstacles that concern me and reaches far into the distant horizon across open countryside.  

Writing on the other hand is a bit scary, a bit of a risk.  It's something I do because I love it.  To me, the ability to select words and construct them into meaningful and interesting phrases is admirable.  The infinite possibilities of configurations available are both challenging and fascinating.  Unlike my yoga path the writer's one is winding and unsure.  It meanders here and there; paths lead off it and take me to dead ends.  There's most often a high hedge either side or dense undergrowth to make the going more difficult to follow.  Occasionally there is a break and the path opens up and I catch a glimpse a rainbow at the end. 

I'd be interested to hear if anyone else has comments to add on their chosen paths.