I use it a lot when I'm home, and it's great.
But I'm visiting my family in my hometown this week, and I know this place.
It's not that complicated- a couple of highways, streets that make sense, follow the sea. I know it like the back of my hand.
But I've gotten lost twice so far. Stubbornly refusing to use the GPS handily provided to me by my IPhone.
I can find my way- no sweat.
Left here- right there- through the orchards, past the farmlands.
What the fuck?
Nine miles astray and I succumb to the GPS.
A little deflated that I need assistance. And pissed that my intuition is wrong.
I don't need the GPS for the whole trip- just to get me back on track.
Now I'm golden.
Careening, once again, down the life's lesson highway- I realize that these two experiences are a metaphor for where I am right now.
I falsely believe that my intuition (solely) can guide me, and that I will find the right path.
But I'm wrong. And I'm a little deflated and pissed about it.
I need GPS to get me on the right path. *sigh*
Friends, family, good reads, my therapist, other guides, and sometimes complete strangers are here to help to guide me in the right direction.
And I need to stop fighting against it, and embrace the sometimes not so subtle nudges.
Left here- right there- through the orchards and past the farmlands- follow the sea.
To wherever it is this life I am intended to be.
Yes- as much as I hate to admit it-
I need the GPS.