I wished I could have stayed in Columbus, more than anything else in fact. But I knew that I was being called to the road, to begin what I had initially set out to accomplish. I had more to learn. I couldn’t stop smiling for the first few hundred miles as I made my way towards Indiana. At this point in my life, I understood that happiness is entirely a choice, and I was choosing to be excited about the road ahead (regardless of any obstacles I might need to overcome). I probably looked high to the truckers and families that were passing me along I-70, grinning ear-to-ear, but that…