You know how the Yellow Brick Road might be a metaphor for destiny? Or your gut instinct? Or GPS? Well sometimes it’s a combination of all 3. Today I realized that there is a way to get from my house to Starbucks without taking any main roads, and so I used my instinct to weave through back roads to get to Coffee Heaven. On my way back, I got lost. Did I take a right on my way there, and therefore need to take a left on my way back? Was it this street I turned on, or the one I already passed? And is that dog taking a shit so close to my car because he doesn’t like me? I then got home by process of “oh shit, this isn’t the right street” elimination. Then, later today, my husband and I were coming home from a friend’s house, and I was like, “Hey friend, let’s take this shortcut again and see if I can remember how to get home from my adventures earlier today,” which only proved that no, I did not remember the shortcut from earlier today. So Hubby Bubby forced me to use the GPS on my phone. Even later tonight, I came home from dinner with my best friend and thought to myself “Now is my moment.” So I took the shortcut for the third time. I did it. I got home within seven minutes, and I didn’t make any mistakes.
But the real thing is this: Tonight was the first time in a long time that I wanted to try something new, something that was a tiny bit risky, and I kept at it until I got it right. I said “I’m going to try this, and I’m going to succeed,” and then I did. Sure, it was a safe neighborhood of middle class families with roads that aren’t that long or windy. Yes, I was listening to a podcast featuring Angela Kinsey to keep my spirits high. But it’s the first time in a year that I did something that I wanted to try, for no one other than myself, just because I wanted to, even though it was slightly stupid.
That is all.