The girls and I took a little trip to Houston over the weekend.
A 200-mile trip that normally takes me about four hours turned into a grueling marathon of over seven hours .
Yes, seven. AND no, its not because I’m blonde and a woman driver, this time. Mostly.
It was because…. well, I was on the phone, calmly and rationally hashing out some critically important issue with someone who shall remain nameless, and, well… I missed an exit, and my GPS recalculated. No big deal, I thought, because according to Lisa, the GPS, my missed exit only added 4 minutes to my ETA… hardly worth the hassle of taking the next exit and circling back around…
Or so I thought.
As it turns out,
life handed me the perfect opportunity to rethink that choice, as I was sitting dead still on I-45 for … THREE HOURS… with nothing to do but play Words With Friends and think about how I bet we’d be at the hotel by now had we not missed that exit while my children snoozed in the back seat.
Its amazing how all because of that one little detour… one teeny, tiny little inconsequential misstep from the plan…
…it took me three hours to travel 36 miles.
At 1:something am traffic began to crawl. I’ve never been so happy to drive 2.8 miles per hour. We arrived at our hotel at 2am. I used an extra quarter-tank of gas.
It was irritating and exhausting, to be sure, but hardly a big deal in the grand scheme of life.
I’ve created much bigger detours for myself. Like when I skipped out on going to Texas A&M way back in 1991. It had been my lifelong dream to be an Aggie. I got my acceptance letter to pursue a course of study in Biology, and I was good to go.
And then this dumb boy that I was gaga over told me he wanted me to stay in Tyler and go to TJC so we could get married and live happily ever after.
And I did it. And even now feel this huge pang of regret about that flushing my dream down the toilet. Because a week after classes started at TJC, he dumped me for his ex-girlfriend, moved off to Dallas, and A&M didn’t want me anymore because my really great SAT score that had gotten me into A&M in the first place was irrelevant at that point. Lifelong dream, out the window forevermore.
I met my (now ex) husband at Laird Hospital.
Had I not skipped out on going to A&M, I never would have gone to ETBU. Had I not gone to ETBU, I never would have gotten a job at Laird. Had I not gotten that job at Laird…..
All because of one little detour.
One little missed exit.
I’ll be paying the price for that one the rest of my life.
Its why the Bible is full of warnings about pondering the path of your feet.
Giving thought to your steps.
Because every step matters.
Believe me. A four-minute detour can sometimes stretch into 3 hours, and a foolish decision made on a whim can sometimes affect you and your children for a lifetime.