On the trip that almost didn't happen, on a road I almost didn't take, on a shoulder I almost didn't pull over on, I told myself it was ok to take five minutes to stop for a photo. Fighting my inner voice which was urging me to just keep going, to get as many miles in as possible, to hurry and get 'there', I listened instead to my heart.
I pulled over, I backed up, I turned around. I took the moment and I took the photo. I vowed to remember to listen to my heart and the whispers. The whispers were the voices which urged me to make this trip happen, despite all the reasons my head told me I couldn't. The whispers are where I long to live.
I remembered it is always ok to pull over and back up and to stop. Just stop and listen and see.
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