Sometimes, after running an errand; on my way home from the store or the pharmacy, I will take a left instead of a right.
I will go around the bridge rather than over it.
I will journey down an unmarked lane, where pavement gives way to dirt; see my cell phone warn “No Service” from its resting spot in the cup holder, hope I have enough gas and luck to see me through this detour, press my foot down and press on into the unknown.
Sometimes I question my judgment when I find myself farther from home than I thought I would end up, groceries in need of refrigeration, spilling from their bags in the back of the car.
I sometimes chide myself for taking the “wrong” way home.
For letting myself be distracted and lured off of the main road.
For getting “lost.”
Today I realized as I rounded an unfamiliar bend, cans of cat food rolling across the hatchback, that it was not the “wrong” way, it was the “long” way, and that some of us just need more time.
As I turned up the volume on the radio, I knew I was not lost but was instead, on the road to being found.
Turn it up and take the long way home.
Sweet Tea The Narwhal And Me 