I’m back home for Thanksgiving, so as usual I went for a run. Feeling exhausted from a long flight and still trying to regain strength from my half marathon, I was in a delusional state of mind and thought I’d tackle that road that I’ve talked about here and here. In fact, at this point, let’s just call it the road of enlightenment because so much writing is sparked from running it (kidding).
Anyways, I’m running down this long stretch of road and I hit the point that I thought I was supposed to turn and thought, “Whoa! This was way easier than I thought it was going to be.” Then, once I got to that turning point, I realized I was only halfway through. So, I decided to take a detour and spare myself the daunting task of continuing down that path. Because of that detour, I got lost for a minute or two, but I found my way back to this beautiful scene.
A point that I was familiar with. A road that I knew would bring me back home.
Sometimes, life causes us to take a detour. We get lost for a moment, but in time we’re brought back to a place of familiarity. Of good.