The Detour Issue

Sometimes you get to choose your own detours. Sometimes they appear in front of you, suddenly, and force you to make a choice: left or right, up or down, turn around or stay the course?

At times the detours are great (new scenery, new people, fresh starts). Other times, though, it feels like “detour” equals “rut,” and that’s where I’m finding myself these days.

I think my rut is a combination of the oppressive, end-of-summer heat mixed with a little longing for the days of my youth, when August meant fresh, blank notebooks, a new book bag, and a stash of brand new pencils.

I’d like to get back on Main Street again, please, and I promise not to complain (at least for a little while) when the road more traveled starts to get boring. Where did I stash that life map again?

~aleigh