Schedules. Some people live their lives by them, other people can’t be bothered with maintaining one. I’m somewhere in the middle. But one schedule that I have grown to loathe is the bus schedule. Anyone who takes public transportation can feel my pain. We are slaves to their time, their schedule and since I started my job, I have been in such a tug-of-war with that schedule.
I’ve tried timing everything to the second. I knew if I didn’t leave my house at a certain time, that I would miss my bus, which would make me late for work. On the flip side, there are days (and by days, I mean every other day) where the bus came TOO early. Needless to say, I began to hate schedules. I’m not too huge of a fan of being bound by a set routine day in, day out. I do like security, yes. But after a while, I get bored. The monotony of doing the same thing over and over makes me dull. But last week, I got Google Maps (not a promo, but this app is the best!)
As usual, I’m running late for work; dreading waiting 20 minutes for the next bus. So I pulled up my app and it gave me an alternative route to work. I can leave late and still make it to work on time? Sweet! So I hurried to the new stop. The bus was packed, but friendly. They knew this was my first time on their route and they chatted with me. Asked me where I was going. Told me where they were going. Cracked jokes with the bus driver. Then we got trapped in the horrible downtown traffic, but I didn’t care. This was all new. I loved it. I got to see upcoming apartments and condos right across the street from the baseball stadium. I knew where I was. Downtown seemed so alive in the morning, and I was able to see it. When the bus came to my stop, I was a full 30 minutes early….even though I was late leaving the house. Got to work in enough time to pick up a chai latte.
Now you know I applied this to my life right?
I understand the importance of a schedule. Trust me, I lived my life based on a schedule. But after a while, that schedule bothered me. You know the schedule; by 30, you’re suppose to have this house, this spouse, this job, this degree, whatever. I revolved my life around that “schedule” and when my deadline was approaching, I started to feel flawed. I wasn’t nowhere near who I was suppose to be by this particular time. I was on a “schedule” but the question is, whose? I had a choice to make. I could stick to a schedule and get all the things I was suppose to have and live a mundane (but comfortable) life, or I could deal with the detour and see a side of life that I would’ve never been able to access or even appreciate. Glad life tossed me into the latter.
Detours aren’t meant to deter you from your destination. They’re meant to show you another way. My way? Definitely scenic.