The temperature is dropping, the water moisture across the prairie and down the river beds, combine to produce a fog. In the right condition, it’s thick, soupy, a little icy, and a challenge to see through.

This morning, driving early, the fog was thick. Surprised, I watched car after car suddenly appear without headlights. It’s not that headlights are necessary when it’s brighter, but they do give you a heads up someone is about to appear.

Sitting in my truck, a little higher than most, I can drive into the thickness, but if I keep looking down the road I can see farther. Why? How? Fog is essentially a cloud of moisture, but it’s never solid. There are pockets of thinness and thickness. Your forward view, along with speed, shows you what’s coming down the road.

And that got me to thinking. Seldom do we live without a foggy perspective. Busyness. Multiplicity of tasks. Constant distractions. Challenges everywhere, and from all directions.

How do you surivive through the Fog of Life?

Experience. Trial and error. Patience. Proper outlook. To name a few is all I need, because these are the issues we deal with.

Had the darkness of night, and it matters little if you think you know where you are, the reality is that the combination is confusing. It’s hard to always know where you are, and it’s easy to get lost.

Trust me. Been there. Done that. Don’t plan on doing it again.

I’ve experienced fog everywhere, but here in the Pacific NW, we live on a prairie a few hundred feet above sea level, surrounded by a range of low hills, and a towering mountain (Mt. St. Helen’s) directly to the east. The storms come in from the pacific, and the winds and rain sweep from the southwest, and create some perfect storm conditions.

You learn to be cautious of the weather report that’s broadcasted on various media platforms. But I do enjoy getting emergency alerts that warn me of wind, rain, termperatures, flooding, and fog.

How do you get through the fog of life? Don’t let it get you down. Know your zone. Plan your life. Keep going until you have to drop 10 and punt.

That’s Life!

By Michael Gurley

Making Sense of Life, One Thought at a Time!