I walked out of Chile's this afternoon completely stuffed and ready for a carb-overload induced nap. "What a waste," I thought as I reflected on the quesadilla I regretfully ordered. On my quest to live adventurously, I ordered something from their menu I wouldn't normally order. Why not, right? Well, I didn't like it. It's not that it tasted badly, it just didn't offer the flavor packed, mouth watering sensation that the burger on my husband's plate across the table had. Though it crossed my mind to switch plates with him when he wasn't looking, I realized that would be futile and I ate my own food. When we finished, I had nothing more in mind than coming home and curling up on the couch with Ashton to watch a movie. However, since I passed "Jasmine" street on the drive home, my mind has traveled elsewhere. Have you ever found yourself in a moment where you're significantly impacted by something so seemingly trivial? Like a street sign? Maybe you once loved someone named Anita, but for ten years have been happily married to someone else. One day you're driving home from work but with the commencement of new road construction you find yourself on a detour into a neighborhood you've never previously been. As you flip through the radio stations barely paying attention to your surroundings, you're brought to a four way stop. While you drum your fingers on the steering wheel to the latest new pop hit, you look up to see you're crossing over "Anita" street. In an instant, you're taken back in time to a place where only you and Anita existed. Has anything like this ever happened to you?