keeping a sense of direction

It is far too easy to lose your sense of direction when you are trying to reach a goal. Quite often you can get so far off track by the smallest of distractions. Something may have appeared in your peripheral view. Maybe by chance it caught your sight just long enough to seem as though it required some immediate attention.Then once you looked at it you realized that it was nothing to be concerned with. Unfortunately, by the time you realized that, you may need additional time to get back to where you were originally. Or you may have to regain your sense of direction completely.

Growing up my mother always had a car. She was really one of the worst drivers I have ever seen. Don’t get me wrong, we made it from point A to point B. But in order to achieve that goal a ten minute ride for everyone else would take us a half an hour. Her optimum speed on most road was not to exceed 25 miles per hour. if she went beyond that around town she would feel as though she were losing control of the wheel.

One summer she decided with my Aunt Margaret ,that we would all go to New Hampshire together. That meant there would be five of us in her car. On a sunny but windy day we took off from Salem, Massachussets and set out for New Hampshire. With all the preparations that needed to be made one would have thought it was the maiden voyage of the Mayflower.

We were all in the car. My mother was driving of course with my Aunt Margaret sitting co-pilot. I was in the back with the boys. It was my brother Walter, my cousin Joey and myself in the back seat. The trip was off to a pretty good start. There were no initial delays whatsoever. My mother and my aunt were having a nice conversation in the front. Meanwhile I was entertained by the boys being silly in the back.

All of this came to a halt upon us entering a small tunnel. This was the point where the boys thought it would be great fun to see how much of an echo could be created by them yelling out the window as loud as they possibly could. They both went to separate back window in the car and yelled at the top of their lungs. The tunnel reverberated their voices quite nicely. They were both laughing hysterically at themselves, that was until they rolled up the windows.

My mother flipped a lid. Went totally off on both of them and me as well. Once she regained some of her composure we started out again on our trip. The only problem was, with that distraction it took her well over an hour to regain her sense of direction. Six hours later we landed in Portsmouth!

I learned a lot of things from my mother. And this occasion has always stuck in my mind, because we must all expect the unexpected. It does not matter what the endeavor is, something will surely pop up to take your attention away from your goal.However, we can all maintain control over our direction by not allowing small things to divert us.

How do you maintain your sense of Direction?