I never expected that car drivers in NYC would be the source of constant inspiration, but once again I find a comment made by a driver to be just that.  Those that know me are inherently aware that I typically do not interact with people I don’t know.  Whether that is due to being an introvert (on some levels) or the desire to be left alone, I can’t tell but its rare that I engage in random dialogue.

On my way home, my Via driver (a ride sharing app) was cheerfully welcoming everyone who came into the vehicle.  I have overcome my disdain for sharing space with strangers thanks to the cost savings that Via offers.  Although my phone and my computer often provide the necessary separation.  However, The driver was so engaging that he broke down the barriers that any of us had.

As we approached a drop-off point for one of the passengers, the driver turned to him an cheerfully announced “its almost your time”.  Those words, so often an indication of an end, came across like a promise of something exciting and new.  The driver’s words did convey the end of one journey, but also acknowledged the excitement of the beginnings of a new one.

I realized that I too often look at “my time” as being something to avoid, to be afraid of, to mourn.  I have held onto things and people long past the time I should have, because I was afraid that “my time” to move on was an unknown path, would require me to make myself uncomfortable and would mean that I would have to put my faith into something I couldn’t see.

Yet, without it being “my time” I would never move forward and be challenged.  More importantly the notion of redemptive love means that “my time” would never be experienced alone.  So I look forward to it being “my time”, for I know that that never means an ending but only the start of something that will get me closer to realizing my own potential.