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.