I imagine for most of us there are fairly straightforward pictures in our heads about what our lives will look like and about who we will become. It seems these pictures are always of wonderful things that happen at exactly the right time and make oh-so much sense. I imagine when something happens that is not inside the four corners of that picture, we view this as a "detour" and hope to get back on the correct path as quickly as possible.
I suppose I have a question then: what happens when you go on a detour and cannot ever get back on that original path again?
Perhaps some detours aren't detours at all. Perhaps they are actually THE path. THE picture. THE plan. And perhaps most unexpectedly, they can be perfect.