"I remember driving home one weekend during college when our car broke down on the highway, while the friend I was driving with stood on the side of the road swearing and kicking the car, I picked wildflowers on the hill."
These photos and that one sentence have been in draft mode for a couple of weeks now. I wanted to tell you about how life threw me a curve ball in the best kind of way, but when I sat down to write about it I couldn't find the words. Writer's block derailed me and ironically had me feeling like I was stuck on the side of the road. Even worse, I was so frustrated that I found myself swearing a lot and kicking my debilitated, metaphorical car. How can you impart inner wisdom if it's the very thing that has you pinned to the ground? You can't. You just have to stop fighting and wait for the wildflowers to show up. Duh.
So, I'm back on the road again, a little bit worn and a little bit wiser, but somehow that feels just right. It's the very reason I love a good curve ball...and a bad curve ball, too.
