I’m pretty gifted when it comes to direction.
This might be due to being very observant of my surroundings or possibly my sense of direction. My husband and I went on a cruise years ago that allowed us to be in port for four days. We rented scooters.* Having this kind of freedom allowed us to see the island on our terms – when we wanted, how we wanted. Each night, around 11PM, we would take off on our crazy little mopeds and travel the roads – without risking our lives too much.
One particular night, my husband was certain we were lost. I had been following him for miles and he pulled over, convinced we weren’t going to make it back to the ship without running out of fuel. I told him I knew where we were and he laughed in disbelief. I insisted that he follow me instead and I’d get us back one way or another.
“We’ve never been here before… how can you know?”
It was a gut thing.
Our ride back wasn’t that long but the whole time we were laughing about how silly we must have sounded… my husband repeating, “oh man. we’re lost. where the hell are we?” and me calling over my shoulder that we would find our way.
We found our way back.**
Interestingly enough, we came back to the ship from the opposite direction than we came. To this day, I have no idea how we returned but we did. I think it had something to do with trusting. And, I like to think, my sense of direction.
Just like trying to find the right road (or avenue or drive), the process in finding your mojo can feel the same way. Lately I’ve been feeling like my drive isn’t where it should be. I’m just coasting along and letting things happen. Some roads I pass and others I take – based solely on instinct and a feeling. It doesn’t feel like a bad thing but it’s most certainly new territory.
I am living [quietly] in the moment.
This naturally goes against my “planner, dreamer personality” but I think it’s what I need right now. I need to maintain what I have and sit back and see what unfolds. Following this road is uncharted territory but I know, eventually, I’ll find my way home.
*Yes. That was plural. I drive my own, thank you!
**Thankfully! I never would’ve heard the end of it.
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