bitterdiva

End of the line

You start out on a journey. You have a general path and set of directions but you don't know the conditions of the roads. Sometimes they're smooth and others they are turbulent.

It's during these turbulent stretches where you seek an alternate path, trying to veer back onto smoother roads. Upon further investigation you discover that your directions are completely different than your companion's. You stop, look around and breathe.

This is the scariest part of your journey, the realization that you are now separated. You contemplate your directions and try to fathom how everything changed. How you got lost. How you became separated.

This isn't how it was supposed to be. Both sets of directions were supposed to lead to the same place. However, a GPS and a map never truly coincide. Sometimes you follow one, take the turn and end up in a lake. You are now at the end of the line.

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I have been told that I am horrible with directions. I recognize this. I usually wander aimlessly until I find where I am going. Up until three years ago, I always had someone helping me find my way. Until we both got lost.

I am surprised that the current economic state of the country has more of an impact on my directions than I do. Right now, I'm holding the course. I would like to change it, but the turbulence would be just too great a risk on this not so smooth vessel.

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