The Detour is the Path
Ended up detoured in Chicago on my way back to Los Angeles. After a month on the road, I’m anxious to get back to my bed, back to my time zone, and back to some new possibilities that are opening up in my life. But fate had another plan for me.
Tonight, I got to spend one more night in the city that made me. Took Mom and Dad to dinner at one of our favorite restaurants in Chicago. We caught up, shared stories and lovingly fought over who would pay the bill. Then my mom twisted my arm into getting Jeni’s Ice Cream cuz we all know I’m on a strict diet and don’t eat many sweets. Fine, I convinced her cuz I am a chubster at heart.
As the night winds down I have a feeling I’m right where I need to be. Maybe this so-called “detour” isn’t a detour at all. Maybe this detour is actually the path.