"Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there someday."

-A.A. Milne

Patience

I remember getting lost while riding my tricycle in our small village in Mexico. My family found me on the only dirt road a few miles from our home just before sunset. 

I still approach things in this way, like a child, I hop on my metaphorical tricycle, and start pedaling without any plan. Many people would cave under the pressure of life without a safety net, I thrive in it, afraid that too much analysis squashes the authenticity of my journey. My approach hasn't changed much, but now I'm actually having moments of achievement. I'm learning that our planning doesn't have to cheat us of adventure. I'm learning to be patient and forgiving even if it doesn't turn out exactly as I envisioned. Right now nothing seems to be working, I'm only three hundred miles from Tucson, and what seems like a million miles to Chicago. That's still one ride closer to the finish line.