I took this when I was in San Francisco a few weeks ago. Every time I crossed a bridge I felt like it was a divine moment.
Bridges help us transition from one place to the next. They sit high above the clutter of the world under it and offer those on it an efficient means of wading through confusion- saving time, resources, and energy. They are the holding area when too much is happening and we have to patiently wait until the traffic flow lightens up and we can then proceed to what's next. They take us from one destination to another, sometimes completely different in experience. They provide a distraction as what is in front of us becomes mundane and we need a reminder of the beauty of creation around us. They serve as a transitory place as we're unsure what lies ahead but are moving slowly, swiftly, and steadily to get to the new destination.
As I sat on the bridge I thought of my life and career in Salt Lake City and was reminded that it is also a bridge. And I am waiting with great expectation of what and where is next.
Whatever bridge you're on today, remind yourself of one of the reasons above they exist and take solace in knowing that the bridge is only to get you to what's next.
And no matter how slow it feels like you're going, even if at a temporary standstill, you're moving. What's ahead of you isn't permanent.