Yesterday, one of the prompts from the Scintilla project read: “Talk about where you were going the day you got lost. Were you alone? Did you ever get to where you meant to go?”
I can remember the panic, the thought that I was lost and would never make it back home. But it was only a thought, even though temporarily supported by the fact that I did not know where to turn. Driving through a town I’d not been through before, on unfamiliar roads, in the winter, alone, on my way back from meeting with a customer…in a job that was not meant for me.
All I had to do was take a breath, stop for a few moments, get my bearings, and start out again. I did make it through that town and found my route again.
Home never looked so good.
There had only been those few moments of feeling lost, but the impact of it stays in my memory. As these words pour out on the page I begin to understand the importance of that trip. Not only did I learn to get my directions straight, it also became very clear to me that I was caught up in work that did not fit my abilities, my skills. Being close to home was more important than any job that would include lots of travel, nights in motels, and commission based paychecks. No income was worth all that.
Yes, I was lost, if only for a few moments. And, yes, I made it to where I meant to go. Thankfully I learned more than I ever thought I would from this little part of my journey.