Any way the wind blows

Last week I was challenged to take a day to myself. Actually take it for "myself." Decide what I wanted to do. What the spirit moved me to do.
I find this challenge is so hard in a culture where getting things done is the measure of success. Whenever I have a "day off," I think of all of the things that I need to get done and race around to get them done quickly and then maybe I can fit in a bit of time for myself.
This assignment was different. I needed to keep the agenda only on things that felt "right" for that day. I set off with a little list of errands (in case there was time after "my time" to make some stops) and a general idea of where I wanted to go, but when I got in the car and started driving I felt some rebellion stirring.
I didn't want to take the usual route. I didn't want to see what I always see. It felt like being on my usual path might create the temptation to do something that wasn't really in my heart. It might create murkiness in the path and my mind might start it's reasoning about where I should go. Today was about listening to my heart, not my head.
So, I took a different route. I visited new places. I made conversation and asked questions. I hiked. Soaked in the beauty of nature. Followed dragonflies on a quiet path. Found inspiration in things that were old and imperfect. Took time to journal. Let myself go slow.
It was a day to remember and a big reminder that life is about letting the heart be your guide. I didn't get my errands done, but I know they will get done some day. Letting the path unfold allowed me to rebel from my sense of responsibility and productivity. It was a day of renewal and inspiration and I will be giving myself this assignment more often.

Have you ever taken a day to go anywhere the wind blows?

What did you do? How did it feel?

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