I have a terrible sense of direction. Seriously, if I tell you to turn left, without a doubt, you should turn right. North, south, east, west â€“ I honestly have no clue.
People have always made fun of me because I never know where I am or how I got there, so now my new best friend is Alice â€“ my navigation system. She usually gets me to where I want to go, but on occasion, even she gets lost. Today is one of those few times when she fails me. Somehow, I ended up about ten miles away from my destination.
I used to beat myself up over my lack of direction, but over the years I have learned to enjoy the detours along the way, both on the road and in my life.
When I was 21, I had my whole life mapped out. Did it turn out the way I planned? NO! But by enjoying the detours along the way, I have found treasures I never imagined possible.
One wise Amish Proverb says: â€œA truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.â€
By the way, because of todayâ€™s detour, this photo became my office for the afternoon. Yes, because I got lost and decided to enjoy the journey, and I ended up at Picnic Point in Madison, Wisconsin, so I sat down on a bench and wrote this blog.
So, you see, detours can be good â€“ and lacking a sense of direction can be a real adventure. So now I try to just roll with it. You never know where it may lead you.