I’m all for embracing the beautiful bits and less than stellar parts of a journey, any journey. Side note: I slightly cringe at the word “journey” (is it just me?) but opted for it in this case as “trip” and “travel” don’t quite suffice.
Then there is bound to be a detour or two along the way. This is inevitable for a serial wanderer and spontaneity advocate such as myself. I plead guilty to trusting my restless feet and smitten self maybe a bit too much. I tend to get distracted, which is not good. I tend to explore any number of backstreets and discover endless sources of self-amusement, which is awesome.
As much as I don’t mean to make a detour to a rather existentialist thought, I’ll go ahead and say that, yes, I sometimes feel and act the same way when it comes to life stuff. Though never without thinking hard about it and heeding my instinct. Granted, I need to cultivate a stronger, stubborn sense of direction and laser-sharp F O C U S , but to borrow from a cheesy, videoke-appropriate Tiffany’s hit from the 80s, “All and all, I’ve no regrets.”
Off to tackle another trail!