Ok, I will rightfully admit that I am directionally challenged. Anyone who knows me will testify to this. My husband has received more than one frantic phone call where I am crying and sometimes cussing that I am lost.. not just a little lost.. but so lost that the GPS has stopped talking altogether. I suppose she got tired of saying ‘recalculating… recalculating’. Leave it to me to even get the GPS confused to where it doesn’t even know where I am. My latest directional mishap was yesterday. After work, I drove to my new running location and ran 4 miles. Normally I would drive to go pick up HG from his office, but instead I was going home. Thinking there might be a different route to take, I put my home address in the GPS. Yep, ‘she’ told me to turn down a street I had never been on. I felt tightness in my chest as I am terrified of getting lost, but I decided to trust this machine to guide me home. I turned faithfully where she stated. I took the next street as she guided me on my wa...
I hope through my self-reflection, readers will see themselves so that they can pause and think, smile or laugh, or try something new. This is my story...