Where Are You Going?

"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own, and you know what you know. And you are the only one who'll decide where you'll go." ~ Dr. Seuss

I steered myself in the wrong direction this morning. I was driving, literally on automatic pilot. I frowned as I approached the federal prison. I was supposed to be heading north alright, just one highway to the west. Sigh.

I had brains in my head and feet in my boots (at this time of year) and I was on my own, knowing I could at some point turn off and cut across the prairie to the right highway. It ended up being a pretty drive—and the most winter I have seen on the road all year. I could tell not too many people chose the road I did to cut over on from the lack of other tire tracks. When I reached the end of that road, I realized why. The remainder of the road was closed so I had to scoot up a bit and continue to zigzag along the road that passed alongside the snow-covered fields.

Sometimes when you make these choices you are surprised. I was indeed. Heading towards me was a huge house on wheels. It took up the entire road so I had to beetle over to the shoulder and stop just to ensure we passed safely.

Life is like that though. I have got brains to get me through the events of the day and feet that get me walking along, even when sometimes I would rather put my feet up and chill. When I arrived at the school, the student, who has special needs, was delighted to see me. She loved my purple skirt and kept trying to smell the flowers on it. At one point, she tried to lift up my shirt so that she could smell the flowers under it. I stopped her, saying, “You can’t go around looking at people’s belly buttons!” That made her laugh right out loud, which in turn caused me to smile. I know what I know and sometimes it is that laughter makes an awkward situation better. The teacher even chuckled to himself at his desk at our exchange.

Where have you decided you are going these days?

Peace,

Suzanne