WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN EXPLORING AND BEING LOST?

I got lost today on my walk. Sort of. Work was a giant stressball of crazy busyness and then I had to race home, get the kids and shove food into their faces before running out the door again to take Karin to karate. It’s 20 minutes away, in the little town of Eslöv, which has the reputation of being the most boring place in Sweden. (I actually don’t agree with that assessment, but whatever, I don’t live there, so what do I know?) Anyway, the 20 minutes means it’s not worth dropping her off and driving home again as...