I was sorting through photos yesterday and noticed something funny.
The days I remember most are usually the ones where something went slightly wrong. Missed a train and found a café I'd never have stopped at otherwise. Took a wrong turn and ended up somewhere interesting. Got caught in the rain and laughed about it afterwards.
The days where everything went exactly to plan are somehow much blurrier.
Curious if anyone else feels the same or if I'm just romanticising it.