Most of us silence it. We check our calendars, our budgets, our responsibilities. We tell ourselves that adventure is for weekends, for retirement, or for someone else.

For me, that place was [Insert specific place: e.g., the abandoned lighthouse up the coast / the tiny desert town with the famous pie / the border where the road turns to gravel].

Because at the end of your life, you won’t count the days you stuck to the plan. You’ll count the days you went left when the map said right.