So I was putting together this bed frame, one of the ones that have the drawers underneath.

My husband and I, for our honeymoon, actually, decided to do a bike trip.

About halfway through, I noticed I'd actually put one of the big panels on backwards.

I pointed out that there was a route that we could take on a bike path that was off the road and away from cars.

And I thought would be more pleasant and scenic.

We leave the road, get on this path, and it becomes pretty clear pretty quickly that this is not a great route.

I paused for a second, and I clearly remember thinking, okay, you should probably take it apart and start over.

But it looked kind of close to done, and I really, really hate assembling furniture and it was such

a long day of moving.

It's buggy, the path is not always firm, like it's a bit gravelly or sandy and the bike wheels

keep getting kind of stuck in or we have to get off and walk with the trailer.

It's hot.

It's getting hotter.

And I figured, you know what?

I'm just going to keep going.

And somehow it's just going to work out.

So I kept going.

I started jamming pieces together.

I can feel my husband getting irritated.

And eventually he just asked me, you know, can we just go back?

I was like, nope, I don't want to go backwards.

We have 50 miles left to go today.

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