Taking a Right at Albuquerque

My life now seems to go in a continuous cycle.  Not in a bad way, like a merry-go-round that never stops.  It's now like I'm on a road with two paths in front of me and a map of where I've been.  I keep looking at the map for clues to where I should be going.  I took a proverbial left at Albuquerque, and that's how I ended up here.  What if next time I take a right?

I'm speaking of course about the "mess" that is my co-parenting relationship.