I guess the key to staying on the less traveled path is just to accept the occasional convergence and welcome the next divergence as it comes.
|Sometimes you might have to bushwhack through wild rhubarb to avoid riding on someone's property, but in the end, the path you took was probably worth it. (Or it was at least better than bushwhacking through poison oak.)|
The same is true with the inevitable convergence of play and work. When it happens, I find it helps to play until the very last second, rush into work in bike clothes, dig through the stash under my desk to find an acceptable outfit (and perhaps a snack), and proceed to be as productive as possible to make my time there shorter.
|Oddly, the top of my desk is hyper-organized. Perhaps because I hide things under here?|