With my rental car for one last day I set off on my old familiar route to my junior high. I’m sure I could’ve walked it directly, but with the road construction and road blocks, I got lost.
I started back over and found my way. In between, I witnessed fear arise in me. It gave me a chance to love that part of me that in the cold dark wet, driving on country roads feels afraid.
When’s the last time you tried to drive past your junior high? Could you find your way or did you get lost? Ki to Happiness loves the lost scared parts within.