THE DAILY NUBB

On a chilly February morning, this particular wayward sojourner is happily reminded that it matters more THAT I arrive than WHEN I arrive. (Let that sink in before you take on the next sentence, by the way. It’s worth it.) Being drawn to forgotten surface roads and circuitous routes as I am, it’s a safe bet that I’ll lag behind some. Add that irresistible urge to countless factors that lie well beyond my control, and predicting a credible ETA becomes even more challenging.

But that’s okay. Getting there ultimately, safely, is really all that matters. The real ones, my tribe, will be glad to see me in that moment. All the best moments already exist outside of time somehow. So on my way to them, driving two-lane roads past abandoned beer joints and new dollar stores, I’ll remember that I’ve got lots of roads available to me, and that I never travel alone.

Confident in the destination and the cartographer, I drive….

Nubbs