Getting off the asphalt is a great thing and it's a joy to reacquaint myself with the pleasure of dirt roads. The tire tracks tell me people pass this way, but none invade my privacy today. Not even the birds are chirping.
It's an opportunity to breathe deeply and push the "Pause" button on what is happening in the world I inhabit most of the time. On my way in here, I imagined there was a giant "crap net" stretched high and wide across the road and when I drove through it magically removed all the s**t in my life that is weighing me down. As I lean against the fender on my car, I discover the net has worked perfectly.
My dilemma is that I put the crap net up on a road with no exit. I have to leave by the same route I entered and, in the process, all my crap will return to me. Great invention. Sorry execution. Details matter.
Give some thought to where you put up your crap net today.
