On the days I run errands, I map out a short and efficient route. I don’t like backtracking. I want to make a smooth transition from one place to another. Last week, I deviated from my original plan and all hell broke loose.
At the end of my run, I decided to make an unscheduled stop and took an off-route turn which lead me home by a different than usual way.
It was not a strange part of town. I had driven home that way hundreds of times so what happened was especially bizarre.
For only a moment (probably no longer than half a minute), I didn’t recognize where i was. I was completely flummoxed by the seemingly uncharted terrain. I was on the verge of panic, and this ][ close to pulling over, when I saw an identifiable landmark. Then everything clicked into focus and I knew exactly where I was, how I got there, and why I was there.
My grandma used to call what happened, “woolgathering.” I was thinking about something else, and was running on autopilot. Not a good thing to do while tooling around in a one and a half ton vehicle. I simply lost track of what I was doing and it was not a comforting feeling.
I’m considering sewing name and address tags into my clothing in case I get hopelessly lost for certain, or an ID bracelet that reads: In case found, please call….
Or instead, I think I’ll just pay more attention to what I’m doing and where I’m going.
“I have never been lost, but I admit to being confused for several weeks.” Daniel Boone
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