Lost in the Wilderness Called Lewisville

A lot of people will tell you that they have a poor innate sense of direction, or even none at all. You may or may not believe them. But please, when I tell you I HAVE NO INNATE SENSE OF DIRECTION, it’s the absolute truth and you should believe it.

I know THWAM is a believer, since he has spent a certain percentage of our lengthy marriage literally steering me from one place to another. I’m not even a very good reader of maps, so he has learned that if HE looks at the map and then translates directions into written words and puts them on a sticky note, I’m probably good to go. The return trip is a whole different set of circumstances, since logic says just do it backwards, but my brain sees it as an entirely new and unrelated problem. I’m pretty good now at the “turn around and go the other way” solution when I finally recognize that nothing looks familiar.

I’ve been going to a Lewisville metaphysical store called Miracles of Joy on a weekly basis for the last 1.5 years. It’s about 23 miles from my house. In the beginning, THWAM wrote out directions for me, omitting LBJ and 35E knowing my preference to avoid major highways at the 6:00PM hour (or any hour, really). The route goes out of Richardson, through Plano, and into Lewisville. He even rode along on a test drive with me, just to be sure. In Lewisville you end up on Main Street, then left on Old Orchard, and you’re there. Perfectly reliable, and I am so happy and so comfortable with that.

Yesterday, as I approached my intersection to turn into town, there was a big electric sign announcing this: MAIN STREET CLOSED 12-10-11. DETOUR AHEAD. “Detour” illicits immediate mild panic, but then I remind myself that there will be detour signs to follow and surely I can do that.

Well, Shirley, it turns out that I can’t. I don’t know where it all went terribly wrong, but those detour signs were never in my freakin’ sight. The next 45 minutes will probably remain with me forever. Lost, lost, so very very lost.

I make every effort to think this through logically, picturing where I’ve come from and where I want to go. I make a plan and execute it beautifully, and it takes me nowhere except to a deadend, a train yard, a shopping center, twice back to highway 121, into the countryside, and so forth. Every wrong turn that I take feels EXACTLY right and I think I will reach my destination at any moment, proud that I’ve gotten myself out of a pickle. But the pickle just gets pickle-ier.

If you know me at all, you know I rely on heavenly help, depending on Spirit to bail me out when I need it. So of course I got to the point of asking. “Help me!” I yelled right out loud there in the car, adding, “um, please.” And I got such a clear answer. “Nope,” they said. “You need to figure this out yourself.” WTF!? Well, alrighty then.

So I decide that I need to get on 35E, get off at the Main Street exit and try again to hook up with those stupid detour signs. I’m on 35 and I cross the Lake Lewisville bridge, and I see a sign that says Justin 19 miles ahead. Wait a minute! I’m pretty sure I don’t want to go to Justin. It’s time for the “turn around and go the other way” thing. I do get to the Main Street exit, I do not see any closure or detour signs, and I easily arrive at Miracles of Joy only 45 minutes late and just a little bit frazzled.

Was Main Street really closed at any point? The return trip home was perfectly normal. Was Spirit teaching me something about problem-solving, self-reliance, confidence, faith in creating a good outcome, staying in the moment? Could be. Or how about this–getting into your “dis-comfort” zone is seldom fatal?

Blessings.

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4 Responses to “Lost in the Wilderness Called Lewisville”

  1. Anne on December 12th, 2011 at 8:50 am

    Glad you made it and made it home!

  2. Anne on December 12th, 2011 at 8:50 am

    Glad you made it and made it home!

  3. Martha Bailey on January 6th, 2012 at 8:04 am

    Those signs are hard to find. Sometimes I think they must do that on purpose and laugh just knowing all us old folks are going to be going in circles.

  4. Martha Bailey on January 6th, 2012 at 8:04 am

    Those signs are hard to find. Sometimes I think they must do that on purpose and laugh just knowing all us old folks are going to be going in circles.