". . .for he knew that the beauty of climbing is that at times the failure of things to go exactly right subjects even ordinary men to saintly tests that elevate them far beyond what they have expected."
- from A Soldier of the Great War by Mark Helprin.
Write about "the best laid plans" you detailed and began to implement. As you set forth, chaos moved in, something went wrong and . . . you journeyed into a different view of the situation.
As you write the experience, detail scent, sound, and textures of the moment.
Which emotions arise about the changes in that journey? Do you meet "the failure of things" with a new perspective as a result?