Day 938
When a package arrived, the Goldens accompanied me out on the front porch. The furniture and rug had been removed and all four pups were disoriented! They just couldn’t figure it out!
There have been a few times in my life when I have been disoriented and I didn’t like it one little bit! Unlike ‘The Cosmos’, where you pay to be horizontally challenged, I found myself in a couple of situations where I would have paid to GET OUT!
Long ago, I visited a friend’s home and felt that I had been there many times before. Try as so might, I simply couldn’t figure it out. Finally, I realized it was the same floor plan as a childhood friend’s and I sighed a big sigh of relief!
My sweet husband would attest to the fact that I am ‘directionally challenged’. If given a choice of directions (including roads, hotel layouts or even north/south) nine times out of ten, I will go the wrong way! I have been frustrated so many times, but the more I attempt to head in the correct direction, the worse my predicament becomes. Thank goodness for Google Maps and Mac!
The older I become, the more often I misplace items. Even retracing my steps doesn’t always find the treasure. My phone, the remote control, a gift purchased a few months ago for Christmas…argh! Being frustrated only makes it worse!
Dreams are the supreme “disorienters”. It’s as if my ‘REM sleep mode’ giggles in delight when the stage is set for dreaming. Awakening from some of those settings, plots and characters would make anyone try to stay awake!
Being disorientated in any form is a challenge, but sometimes, you have no choice. An occupational shift, a new home, a change in health or any loss can set someone spinning. When this has happened in my world, I force myself to sit (after the initial panic) and take a few deep breaths. Finding that so many other things in life are stable and safe helps me to ground myself. Spiraling out of control never helped anyone orient themselves back on track
Finding something, or someone, that can ground you is a gift indeed. Perhaps we will revisit the front porch where I will sooth their concerned looks with calming words and extra pets. Then the Goldens might just realize that some things never change…like love.
