Paths, choices, and all the things you have done to bring to this point in time. Looking back, thinking I could have done different. I know that this type of thinking is an illusion that holds no power, only sorrow. Standing, facing forward with the path unclear while sorting, mulling through the options and not seeing the unseen: Waiting for a sign, a guidepost, a reading from the compass as to which next step to take. Trusting and grace bring comfort. Fear and Worry bring pain.