Often, I get a spark that ignites my brain, which in turn begins the internal combustion engine that drives my writing and lens crafting to the destination I think I want to end up at.
Earlier today, just before I got out where I thought I wanted to be and cleaned the bugs off the windshield, plucked bird feathers from the grill, and polished some of the chrome, I took a post a little further down the street. In fact, I burned more gas with that post than I thought I had.
I scraped my whitewalls and dinged the underbody on that rough road. As much as it hurt, I felt better for it. So much so, I came to a deeper understanding about myself, because I went somewhere that used to be blocked by cement barriers and orange barrels. When I got to other side, I saw more road than I could ever imagine.
The important thing is, my trip was more interesting and had more meaning because I didn’t stop at the prescribed mile marker. I drove further and wrote a post that had more truth and honesty than if I would have sold myself short.
I now know a bit more about what my car is capable of.