#7 Memphis, TN

"Life is what happens when you are busy making plans."

3 months ago I didn't really have anything to say about my trip to Memphis. It was a really great time. Very spontaneous trip. Quality time with one of my closest friends. And in the blink of an eye, I was back on the road heading home.

It wasn't until this trip to Chicago that I realized just how vital "just going" is.

Most people don't travel because of the time it takes to get somewhere. Whether you are going 2 hours or 12 hours, people don't like wasting time. 

I have boggled this in my mind for a while. The fact that people don't like wasting the ONLY thing we have.

See, I don't know what my entire day is going to hold, the events of the weekend coming, or even what is coming next week. I can plan, I can pretend to know, but at the end of the day, life's course is pretty uncontrollable.

When I took my trip to Memphis, it was the first time I had an idea and I left. I didn't dwell on the idea of "will it be worth my time." I just packed a bag and hit the road. I didn't get in until 10PM and I  was gone within 24 hours. But, even in my small time frame, I managed to make tons of great memories.

Since December, I have noticed this has become something I love to do more and more. I used to be the type of person that had to have EVERYTHING planned out. From what I was gonna wear to where I was going. (I have a feeling I am preaching to the choir for some of you fellow Type A folks)

I lived life comfortably and in living life comfortably, I traveled comfortably. Except, traveling is everything but comfortable. Traveling is suppose to challenge you, it is supposed to make you uncomfortable and force you to figure out different ways of getting things done.

I know, first hand, that this is not something that comes easy. This is almost a habit of holding the door open for someone, that you have to be taught and continue to practice.

But, just like holding the door open for someone is a sign of respect. Trusting your instinct and pushing your own mental boundaries is a sign of respect for yourself.

It tells your heart that you trust it. It tells your mind that it is capable of making decisions. It tells God that you are trusting that where you end up is where you are supposed to be. 

And, in the end, isn't that what we are all set out to do?