Being lost isn’t all bad, sometimes it takes me to places that I could never imagine—to beauty unparalleled. I see firsthand scenery that would flash by virtually unnoticed if I were in a hurry.
I’ve decided that one can be mad and lost or one can choose to be happy and lost. It’s all about one’s attitude and not at all, ever, about being totally oblivious.
I am going to change my attitude and enjoy the view as I pass it—again going the wrong direction—repeatedly, for the fifth time.
Dear Sis,
Sorry about the extra mileage. Tell your husband that while he blissfully slept in the backseat, I really enjoyed the four hours of uninterrupted talk time with my sister.
It wasn’t really my intent to disrupt his dreams of Yellowstone Park with the reality of waking up in Montana. I don’t remember turning left instead of the right, but if was fun to meet that nice man at that last-chance bar and grill. He gassed us up and redirected us down that dirt road and then we made great time. Give your aghast one hugs for me, Terina
Upon first appearance, the road of life doesn’t appear too complicated (and certainly not as convoluted as I’ve been accused of making it.) Life can be compared to an enjoyable jaunt across the country. One expects on such a lengthy journey that there may be minor stops and starts, but I’m working to get from here to there while enjoying myself. If that is my destination, I’m just going to have to accept life's little detours.
Reality bite: That and the little bobble head glued to the front dash are the essentials in life.
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