Wrong direction

“Do you want to be involved with picking the hotel?” I asked him.


“I don’t care. You can pick” he responded. 


I smiled because at that moment he was giving me the permission slip to do exactly what I wanted. The truth was that I wanted to pick the most fun option. It was something that I tried to live by. I frequently would ask myself “what is the most fun option” whenever faced with choices. The reality is that I didn’t need his permission slip, I could write my own but I always wanted to include him in all of the choices that were made inside of our home. Especially when making choices that were a long way from where we were planning.  


I felt small bubbles of excitement begin to move and cern in my stomach and my chest. I wiggled a little in my chair as I reached for my purse and grabbed my debit card. I began typing my information into the website to book the hotel and simultaneously allowed the excitement that I was feeling inside of my body to be as loud as it wanted to be. I have always loved the sensation of excitement, I get excited about excitement, it’s like layers of an onion. 


“I booked it” I said and before he could respond I added, “we are going to VA beach”. He knew me well and knew that if he told me that I could do whatever I wanted, that there was a good chance that I would change our whole plans. That I would follow some thread of excitement or the potential for an adventure which is exactly what I had done. Long ago, he learned that as predictable as I can be, I can just as quickly shift gears and be wildly unpredictable. Today was one of those days. I had booked a hotel that was over 3 hours from the event that we were going to. Moreover, it was 3 hours in the wrong direction. Only….. What is the wrong direction? Sometimes, the wrong direction is exactly where your soul needs to be. Sometimes, the wrong direction is the medicine that you need to see your reality from a different lens. Sometimes, the wrong direction is the best path to exactly where you need to be.


“Oh, great, that sounds fun” he said, never skipping a beat.