Breaking the force of habit

Today I got lost. The timing couldn't have been better. For the first time in ages, I was driving the old Miata, top down.

When I finished my meeting early, I decided to go to the beach. The sky was a brilliant blue, the air fresh and warm. After days of rain and cloud, the contrast was glorious.

From Vancouver, I followed my usual route to White Rock at first. Then I thought, why not try out a new route? And promptly got lost.

I noticed something odd. Though I wasn't far from home, the different surroundings, along with not knowing where I was or where I should turn actually made me feel a bit anxious. Oh the comfort of habit!

Before long, I found my way. In a short time I was cruising along the beach. Marine Drive was pretty quiet, today being a weekday and the season still early.

My little adventure made me think. From now on, I'm going to explore different routes more often. I'd like to expand my comfort zone rather than being hemmed in by a map of habit.