Every now and then, go down a different path
I guess I have topographical disorientation or something like that. I have absolutely no sense of direction and have a very tough time finding my way around. My friends just call it ‘why-women-can’t-drive-and-read-maps’ syndrome. Hey, I’m rather good at both but I always like to know where I’m going and what’s coming up next. I like to have plans, and plan Bs.
But lately I’ve realized that the more you plan, or try to stick with your schedule, or your views, or your comfort zone, the more life has a way of wriggling out of your control.
I’m also realizing that life is not so much about the plan as it is about enjoying the detours…about learning to take the unexpected in stride and finding the wonderful in it…about getting lost and finding amazing things along the way.
“It’s not about the destination. It’s getting there that’s the good part.”
That is exactly what is happening over a year now as I revise my itinerary more often and take a few detours..from my windowless office and city main streets to the wonderful world of unforeseen divergences..
Hello world, here I come!!!