Directions

I don't know about anyone else, but as a directionally impaired individual, I often find myself wishing that every highway between here and my destination - would be riddled with the "exit right overpass" option. You know - the road that safely takes you off to the right, over top the rest of the speeding traffic, and lets you go back to the turn you were "supposed" to make in the first place. Often the case with me is that I am too busy pondering life and forget that I was supposed to take the exit 23A and now... sadly, I am at exit 30B and I can't just pull a u-turn in the middle of a busy road.

The question of the day: if I am lost and wish to be found on my way to large family gathering off the interstate, is it necessary that I explain the wrong turns I took that got me lost? If I were asking the gas station attendant for directions to the celebration, would I not simply ask for the most direct set of directions from where I was currently located to get to the party?

This is the question that is weighing heavy on my heart today; I do not understand why someone would be defined by the sum of the wrong turns they took. I do not understand why the gas station attendant must first know where I went wrong in the first part of my drive in order to help me get to where I am going. It is this question that makes it hard for me to understand why the visiting Gabriel decided to tell the UC only of the wrong turns I have made and opted to leave out the joys, the straight and narrow travel, and the bigger picture of what makes me who I am today.

Well, all the same, today is a new day and although there is still the guilt of yesterday to deal with, I intend to do all I can to make sure I can make a positive difference in the world of today. Because realistically, that is all that I can do.