Southbound in a car and wondering why.

With an infinite number of destinations and pathways before us, I often wonder why so much of this feels so familiar. The drivers in the cars passing by—and those being passed—wear the same look of routine and recognition. There we all are, moving quickly from one familiar place to another, following well-worn routes toward known destinations. But where is the adventure in that?

I’m so grateful to have been blessed with a curious spirit, a seemingly endless tolerance of being in motion, and a modest distain of routines.