Sometimes we get lost. Really lost.

And all we can do is keep on pedaling. Pedaling, praying + believing in the kindness of strangers (+ our inner strength, too).

There’s a happy balance between trusting in the innate goodness of a person and not trusting at all. It’s a fine line that I’m learning to traverse. Getting lost only makes that fine line finer.

Learning how to navigate fine lines is rough, but getting lost isn’t. It just gives us the opportunity to find new paths.

There’s always a way home.