I am not the type to do crazy things. I have always been a planner, someone who knows where the end destination is, who drives straight there and never swerves off track. I have always accounted for exact timing, knowing exactly how long it would take to get there, when I would leave, who I would go with, and how it should play out. The thought of doing something remotely without an exact plan in mind gives me anxiety, the likes of which have never been seen in this world.

That's just who I've always been.

Yet, on a sunny day, a friend and I decided to drive. Where were we driving too? We didn't know. We had no GPS, took random left and right turns, and somehow found ourselves blasting music through the backroads, heads out the window screaming the songs.

And it was terrifyingly the most fun I've had in awhile.

We had no plan in mind. No course set, no idea what to do. We just drove, and we discovered.

Who knew there was a state park only fifteen minutes down the road from our school? Why had we never figured out that there was so much rural land, that the city seemed to end at some point, and it was overtaken by small houses, overgrown weeds and horses scattered in the yard? How had it taken us this many years to realize that there were so many baby cows during late spring, just lazily eyeing us as we made our way past?

We drove past a ranch, huge as it was exciting to see something so new to this city girl. We finally found a long road that ended up winding through a curious little beach town, with two old fashioned ice cream shops, and sand so white that the sun's reflection off of it was blinding. We took off our shoes and went tearing down the shoreline, watching in amazement as we not only had to avoid the beachgoers, but also the cars that came rolling down as well.

In truth, it was a rather humbling experience that made me realize a plan isn't always the best way to discover. Sometimes the best-laid plans should be left at home so that you see things you've never seen before, travel places that you would have never traveled.

Sometimes, that random right turn could be the difference between you turning this boring experience into an exciting new adventure.

We stayed out as long as we could, coming back only when the sun had started to fall in the sky. I closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of the ocean, the forests, and even the waffle cones. For once, I had no idea where I was, or what I was doing, but it didn't matter.

In that moment, I realized, I had had fun.