Walking downtown one morning recently, I thought about how my phone’s GPS had done all it could: It got me “there.”
But where was “there?”
The locator announced “You’ve arrived at your destination.” I parked and got out, looking around. Up, down, all around.
Where is there?
Her voice chirped in my earpiece, “head north for 200 feet.”
Which way was North? Was I supposed to start counting steps?
I turned, felt the biting wind, and turned again.
Walked some more.
Popped into a coffee shop and asked a young man serving. He knew his address but not any others. I found out he lives in Eastown. Pleasant yes, but totally irrelevant.
I bought a coffee anyways. Delicious.
Stepping back into the wind, I turned right, away from it.
Followed my nose, so-to-speak.
Finally, I ducked into another portal and called the # associated with the meeting. Thankfully the meeting organizer answered. Explaining my dilemma, she laughed and said, “I didn’t think to give everyone a landmark, sorry about that.” She described their building, gave me the suite number, and that was the end of that.
Looking up, I saw the building, and realized I’d been there, or close to there, the whole time.
I was here … and there!
“The path to our destination is not always a straight one. We go down the wrong road, we get lost, we turn back. Maybe it doesn’t matter which road we embark on. Maybe what matters is that we embark.” ― Barbara Hall
*Can you relate to this? Have you ever found it hard to tell here from there? How often do you turn off GPS and follow your instincts?