I get lost driving to work

So I was driving to work this morning, listening to the radio. I somehow MISSED MY EXIT and ended up on the wrong freeway!!! I was so freaked out and panicked didn’t know how to get back on the right road to get me to work. I’ve been driving this SAME EXACT route for SIX FREAKING YEARS and still manage to get lost!!! What the H#%%!!!

So, I try to stay calm and keep driving straight until I can U-turn.

Then I miss the turn to get on the right road AGAIN.. (I was in the wrong lane.. again..) but as I keep going straight everything starts to look familiar and realize I can turn left in about a half a mile and be at my office.

OMG !!

Seriously.

I couldn’t make this $#@! up. I just couldn’t.

See how the office managed to find me even though I’m a complete dingbat when it comes to directions?! See?

People who need people...

There are the those people that are always willing to give the benefit of the doubt. Those who believe intrinsically that the heart of man is overall good and kind. I am not one of those people. I am always slow to let ANYONE in. I think I can do everything myself. That I would be happy all by myself in a room with my laptop and music.
It's taken me a long time to get away from the mindset that everyone is out to get me.. That they are all just waiting for me to make one wrong move so they can pounce and cackle and laugh at me. They willl say, " I knew it! I knew she wasn't really good. She really wasn't perfect. She's trash. She's worthless. She doesn't belong."

It takes a lot for me to ask for help. I'd much rather go to the library and get 12 books on the subject, vigorously take notes and formulate a plan without anyone's help.

As a mother, you learn the value of needing other's help. Their opinions. Listening to those who have walked these aisles of Walmart before in a frazzled hazy disheveled daze.

And as a woman who can't figure out how to get out of the Starbucks parking space on a Sunday morning, you praise the Lord over and over again for the sweet chinese man and his friend who offer to help weave the vehicle out so you're not stuck there all day in tears wondering why you can't apply simple geometry.

People need people.

"People who need people are the luckiest people in the world."

I shoulda turned left

Here it is. My blog. A place to rant, rave and obsess about the things I shoulda said and done.
I have issues to letting it all out there.
But... Writing is my best therapy. This is my most powerful gift. This is where I will document the good, the bad, the raw, the ugly.
I will use this as a tool to show how far I've come and gauge how far I must go.
So let me explain the title.
I hate driving.
Just.Freaking.Hate.IT.
I can't drive. It took me six times and 3 years to get my license. Yes. 6 times. I shall explain each experience in excrutiating detail in future posts. For now, just know that I can't drive... mostly because I have no sense of direction.
Whenever I think I should turn right, I shoulda really turned left and end up getting lost on my way home... and I've taken the same route for the last 3 years.
But somehow, someway, I find my way. I don't know how. But I do. Most times I don't need to look, things just find me.
Welcome to my adventure.