This morning was quite eventful. I did not workout at the park due to a massive vehicular accident which caused terrible traffic along main thoroughfares in Quezon City. It was already too late for me to go to my Zumba class, so I just proceeded to have a hearty meal at Breakfast Bin. I always order their toasted naked longganisa with brown rice and scrambled egg. Of course, I pair my food with brewed coffee and a book. It was a welcome respite from the traffic jam and consistent honking of horns this morning. I enjoyed just reading and unwinding with my food, my coffee, and my solitude. Dining there on weekends can be impossible, as it only has three tables inside. The weekday dining experience made me believe that detours in life are not supposed to be regretted, because they may be the breaks that we never knew we needed. It has been a while since my last proper breakfast, as I have been living on fast food these past few weeks. Having no work means being broke, so my proper meals are only possible when my family or A shoulders the bill. Nevertheless, I am not the type to rely on such privileges. If they happen, then I am thankful. If not, then I can make the most out of what I have. A detour every now and then though can be good for the soul. If done in moderation, it can even inspire me to seek things bigger than myself and cross boundaries beyond my limits.