Everywhere a sign

painted road arrow

No signs or maps, no GPS electronic voice guiding me through backroads and highways. Moving along tentatively, one step, one inch at a time. Hoping the path I choose is the right one.

The Trifextra challenge this weekend is: a 33-word free write

About these ads

28 replies »

  1. I’m beginning to think the right road is the most interesting one, But maybe that’s just resignation talking.
    Great 33 Tara!

    Like

  2. I am an odd sort of duck…because I like to read directions Once or go somewhere once and then try to get there again on memory, but i will put the GPS up (We have ones for both of our cars) to see what time I SHOULD arrive.

    my mom told me when I was young that I always BOTH, never one or the other, always AND. Seems I have taken that into adulthood. :)

    Like

  3. I’ve got writing on the brain (duh, don’t we all?) – this is how I feel with every piece I start, wondering where it’s going to go, and how I’m going to get there. Great job capturing that.

    Like

  4. Tara, this reminds me of the family reunion I attended last weekend. The area we met at was in the bottom of a small bowl canyon. Absolutely no cell reception and it was HEAVEN.

    Like

  5. Tara-I have no sense of direction when it comes to traveling. I practically get lost going around the block. And as for the metaphorical sense of direction, I often feel like I’m still trying to find the right path, if there even is such a thing. I loved this piece!

    Like

  6. Funny, we were at dinner last night with friends talking about how my wife and her husband were addicted to their siri/gps/I phones while me and his wife liked instinct and memory.

    This is why your 33 words speak to me. That reckless abandoned sense of adventure means something…even when you get lost.

    Like

    • My hubs isn’t nearly as tightly tethered to his smartphone as I am. I believe I literally went through some kind of withdrawal when I was without wifi for six days.

      Like

  7. I was born with no internal compass bone. Seriously, it’s a thing. And thus people often ask me which way to turn because they know, unequivocally, that the opposite direction will be the way to go. Remember that if we’re ever lost together, Tara.

    Nice job on this one. :)

    Like

    • My husband is one of those people who never asks for directions, but also never gets lost. It’d kinda irritating. If I have a map, I’m golden. Just stick with me.

      Like