Do you ever feel like you are in a bit of a rut…that you’ve furrowed a life track that can seem dull and uninspiring? It’s easy to do, daily life repeats itself, with redundancy yet comfort.
When I feel this coming on I know it’s time to pack up the Eurovan, my home away from home, and hit the road. So tomorrow I’ll be on the open road looking for paths less traveled. The intent to mix it up a bit, no structure, no defined itinerary, a change of scenery and thought processes.
Yet, I find that I always return to Tucson. I’ve been in and out of Tucson since 1977. I call it home, my anchor, and I’ve established roots attached to close personal relationships and an affinity for the locale and desert life.
What is your plan for when you feel the ruts getting deep?
