I follow my bliss and it takes me to wonderful places.

*Follow* is a tracking word rather than a travel word. It promises no destination. It promises that something is out ahead of you leaving marks, and that you are allowed to go and look.

A man I knew started fixing his own bicycle because a shop quoted him too much. That led to fixing other people's, then to a shed, then to teaching teenagers to do it on Saturday mornings. None of it was a plan. Each step was only ever the next interesting thing.

Wonderful places tend to be arrived at sideways, by people who kept following a small pull instead of waiting for a large sign.