A Close Shave in Tokyo
When the plan unravels and you keep going.
I almost missed the train.
Three changes deep into the Tokyo subway, jet-lagged and squinting at signs that didn't repeat themselves twice, I felt something I hadn't felt in years: properly, productively lost.
My first instinct was panic. My second instinct — the better one — was to ask. A stranger walked me half a station out of her way to make sure I made the connection.
Growth happens at the edge of the map. You'll get there by asking, not by knowing.