Never pass a bathroom.
It’s late, and I’m in a hotel room in West Virginia. We drove five hours in the rain to have two meals at the family restaurant, and tomorrow we’ll have breakfast and leave for home. I spent many years in depression, letting opportunities pass me by… stockpiling many small regrets. So, ten hours in the car for a memorable birthday road trip for my daughter is a tiny price to pay. A woman that I did a gigantic tile mosaic for years ago had a motto that she said she and her husband lived by… “Never pass a bathroom.” She explained that wonderful experiences could be found anywhere, often in unexpected places, so always open the door to such possibilities.