I guess I have topographical disorientation or something like that. I have little sense of direction and have a tough time finding my way around. My friends just call it ‘why-women-can’t-drive-and-read-maps’ syndrome. But hey, I’m rather good at both and 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 been realizing that life is not so much about the plan as it is about letting yourself go…learning to take the unexpected in stride and seeing the wonderful in it…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’s what’s happening over a year now as I take a few detours..from my windowless office and city main streets to the wonderful world of unforeseen divergences..
Hello world, here I come!