Do you ever long for direction? If you have as poor a sense of direction as I do, then you probably answered yes. I mean to ask that question vaguely. What kind of direction, you may ask. It doesn’t matter.
Are you too proud to ask for help? Guidance? If you’re as stubborn as I am, then you probably answered yes there, too.
I traveled to Georgia this weekend. It was a glorious, much needed get away. And the future husby and I got a lot accomplished. Well, we got a lot of planning done, at least. But let me tell you, even with my trusty GPS I got terribly lost twice on the way there. It was dark, and I can’t see in the dark. I don’t know why that is. And the last time we traveled to GA I didn’t drive. But my GPS went all crazy on me. I guess that’s my own fault for relying solely on technology, but it doesn’t usually fail me.
I’ll admit, I got scared. Not panicky by any means, but nervous. I just don’t like not knowing where I am when it’s dark outside, and I can’t see the road. Call me crazy :) I felt kind of helpless. I didn’t know enough about where I was to explain to J where I was. And he’s only made the trip once, so he didn’t know much about how to direct me. Fail.
Once I finally got back on the right path, I travelled a good long while in silence. For some reason when I’m lost, I immediately punch off the radio. I don’t really know why that is, either. It’s not as if turning off the radio is going to help me SEE the road signs better, but whatever. But I got to thinking about my desire for direction. And I don’t mean that literally this time. I mean in general. In life. In finding the right path and sticking to it.
Do you ever long for direction?
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