What if the so-called detours in our lives weren't detours at all?

What if they were the way?

And all that time spent worrying, analyzing, critiquing was nothing more than an inability

to realize the perfection of the moment. The greatness that completely oblivious to us we've stumbled upon.

Sometimes we can fall into the trap of looking at life in a way that I believe is too linear.

You know, and I certainly think we benefit from simplicity for a variety of reasons,

clarity, the ability to make something repeatable, the gift of focus. But here's the thing,

truth is so rarely black and white.

And that begs the question, well, what do we make of all that nuance in detail, all that other stuff?

This surprises, twists, turns, mistakes, sudden goodbyes, unexpected hellos, the cutting away and the taking on.

Because life is messy, unpredictable.

And our greatest lessons seem to come from places we least expect them to.

Our most memorable moments are often somehow dropped into our laps.

It's the whole John Lennon notion that life is what happens

while you're busy making other plans, right?

And it's interesting to me that I've spent a decade pointing at this metaphorical

mountaintop pouring myself into a methodical plan.

Just to see again and again that the value continuously comes from the places I didn't anticipate.

Where if I kept my eyes closed or even blinked for a second, I might have missed it.

Seems like the important things often dress themselves up as mistakes, problems, setbacks,

and detours.

So why bring all this up? setbacks, and detours.

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