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  • Driving through the fog in Custer National Park in the Black Hills of South Dakota, it was July and pretty misty. We could not see the road ahead for more than a few feet at a time. I was trying to pay attention, but it was difficult. My mind was active, asking all sorts of questions about the meaning of this trip, my relationship, my spiritual life.. all sorts. This sign reminded me that the only direction I needed was to zig when the road zigged and to adjust when the road took a turn back on itself. Just do the next right thing. Like always. Thanks, I said. I'm good.
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