“Hippocampus, Greek for seahorse…” are the only words I remember from my mom’s neurology visit. As she showed my mom’s brain scan, I suppose the doctor felt compelled to illustrate just how aptly these short-term memory centers are named. Although she sidetracked me with that […]
Three years ago, I was planning to move to Washington, DC for my job when my life met a major detour. Following my heart led me back to Fresno, a move that extended my commute to work by about 2,500 miles! For the next 2 years, I tried to “stay the course” as my detours multiplied, and then I finally gave in.
Here are three points about detours that I’ve since come to understand:
- Stepping off any given “track” yields perspective, and perspective is really helpful in navigation.
- Detours for caregiving disproportionately affect women, and the economic consequences are quantifiable. (I replaced the “o” in “Detour” with the female symbol to underscore this point.)
- Detours can lead to interesting places. This cooking project – for example – has long been my dream, but I never would have set aside the time to do it pre-detour.
Because I expect to gain rich perspective from the detours up ahead , I’m dedicating this section of the blog to celebrating them and seeing what more can be learned from the inevitable twists and turns.