I just got back from a road trip. I left the city, left the state, and left my life for 3 short days. Well, almost; I took my computer and so didn't completely shut out the world.
It was the first long-distance trip that I have ever taken by myself. I am a planner. An organizer. When I plan a trip it is done with military precision. This time, I flew by the seat of my pants. An interesting feeling. One that was not horrible, but I am not sure I am wired to do something like this on a regular basis. I did create a plan once at the hotel, but it was loose, and I didn't always follow it.
So what was my goal? To clear the cobwebs and sweep away the clutter; To reevaluate where I am and what I want; To get rid of the nonsense and focus on the truth.
Did I reach my goal? Not quite, but I'm further than where I began.