Last Tuesday, I walked down town to the bike shop on my lunch break to sign up for a bicycle repair course. The weather was lousy; misty rain, chilly weather, grey skies, piles of wet leaves everywhere. I loved it. I just wanted to keep on walking until my legs would carry me no further, but I had to get back to work.
There is a lot of appeal, I've been thinking lately, in not doing the thing that you think you're supposed to do. What happens when you start colouring outside the lines? Not out of mean-spiritedness or a desire to throw other people's plans all akimbo, just out of curiosity of what we miss when we always do what we assume we're supposed to or expected to. Are our actions fated or freely chosen?