LOST IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION

Confession time.

I don’t know where I’m going.

I DO know where I’ve been, where I’ve come from.

I can tell you the last 3 turns I made.

The names of all the places I stopped to fill up my tank…

The fork in the road I had to pause at,

And think realllllly carefully about before continuing on…

I can tell you that

I’ve missed important exits.

But as a result,

I’ve also travelled through a few unexpected gems.

I’m not afraid to ask for directions.

It’s just difficult for people to help me

When there isn’t a clear destination

In mind.

My Grandpa would be so proud.

I’m becoming a seasoned ‘shunpiker’ -

Avoiding all the straight-forward,

A-to-B,

Quick and easy routes,

In favour of the unfamiliar,

Freshly gravelled,

Side roads.

The kind that SOMETIMES have the best scenery…

…but often leave a few dings in your car.

I may arrive a little bit dirty and sweaty,

Maybe even a little damaged.

But I have a good feeling about where I’m going.

So, I’m Lost.

But at least I can tell I’m headed in the right direction.