Direction

When navigating while scuba diving you work as a team with another diver. One person watches the direction on the compass the entire time. The other watches depth and for obstacles. Both are making nearly constant micro-corrections so that the correct destination is ultimately reached.
I have been thinking a lot about direction lately. Mostly in connection to my life. Where am I going? Where would I like to go? How do I get there. From finding a post office in a foriegn city to paying off my student loans. I used to have a lot of dreams. I used to write them down. I have started doing that again. It feels really good. But there is the transition that needs to occur pulling the dreams from a realm without substance into a physical manifestation. A transition into action.
A series of micro connectioins and corrections in order to end up in the right place. And always realizing: things are going to be okay, even if something pushes you off course. Adapt. Oh, so a sea lion cuts you off. Cool, didn't need to go that way anyway. Oh, a pack of dolphins thinks you are a punching bag. Cool, fight back, and give them gratitude for keeping the sharks away. Oh, the dolphins leave and you get eaten by a killer whale. Well, it's still okay, cause you are dead, so now you don't have to worry about anything.