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I am terrible with directions. This is something I know and and at peace with. I would love to tell you from where I stand this way is North, South, East, West but I can't. Unless the sun is specifically setting or rising to one spot or I have been there a gazillion times, I'm poop out of luck.
Our seven year old son has a keen since of direction. I'm not ashamed to admit that I have definitely asked him what way we are supposed to go. He just knows. We'll be riding along and he knows that if we went that direction we would get to his aunts house. It's really hard to surprise him with an after school treat because he knows when we aren't headed in the direction of home.
Bless my husband for the patience that he has with me when I call him and I am lost. I'm pretty positive that I don't tell him thank you for being patient enough with me. I know he has gotten calls where I am litterally in the middle of an anxiety attack lost and not sure how to explain where I am good enough for him to even begin to tell me how to get where I need to go. He hangs in there though, listens to my panic voice and gets me where I need to be.
I am thankful that I get lost. It's given me the ability to find new things. I've learned to be grateful for my husband's patience. I've learned to accept the never ending criticism that goes along with it. I've also learned the feeling of being frantically lost and then the beautiful peace of being found.
Here's to being lost so that you may be found.
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