Sometimes, the road fails a broad.
A weekend excursion to a Houston-area arts market beckoned. A knee-high pile of to-do’s flashed yellow. Is this really what you need to be doing today?
I printed a cursory Google map—home to market—and announced, “we’re set.”
We parked at the recommended parking garage—free parking! I turned us left onto the street, chatting like a bird as I followed my phone’s blue line.
Ten minutes later, DH-with-the-built-in-satellite-dish-in-his-head asked, “We’ve been walking a long way for the short walk you promised.”
We were 10 minutes in the wrong direction.
Twenty minutes after we began, we spied the art market.
And spotted a block-long row of walk-this-way cones.
But the power saw laying on the concrete only ten steps later?
Across the street—where the multi-colored tents stand—we found one food truck for the multiples promised on the website.
The art was well, bleh!
That’s tough truth coming from a woman who loves to support local artists. None of it—acrylic paintings, drop earrings, and enlarged photographs—was what either of us wanted, needed, or craved.
Sometimes a single piece of art can turn around a moment-in-time.
Turning to my right, I spied something to widen that smile.
The wall’s simple, powerful message bettered an entire day. A fierce reminder for each of us, if we choose to see it.
Leaving the art market, we spotted a heretofore hidden parking lot across the street. One left turn and 30 seconds later, we stood before our car. Well, duh!
DH mentioned hunger. 2:30 in the afternoon. He chose a burger bar nearby for linner—as in a lunch/dinner combo. It was millennial-loud. He ate what they advertised. I chose greens
We reviewed how south the excursion had gone. How do you rescue a Road Trip Gone Bad? We embraced four learnings:
Rescue your Emotions. Slow down.
Revise your Map. Double-check details.
Reorganize your Agenda. Get flexible.
Return to your Passions. Find new haunts.
To close the day, we relaunched with that last learning. A final round of googling and we discovered a rebranded tea bar. There, we read novels for the rest of the afternoon.
Delicious details on that part of this road trip next Sunday. And it’s a first.
A to-be-continued blog post.