Purpose

During our travels over the recent spring break, my family apparently diagnosed me with “a poor sense of direction”.  I mean yes, I missed a few exits and a few turns.  But with the navigation system on (we call her Vanna) and in full effect, I always knew we’d get there despite my mistakes and missteps.  I knew Vanna would “recalculate my route”.  All I had to do was know where we were going and be willing to drive on, no matter what.  She would handle the rest. The technology these days is amazing.  I don’t know if I’m allowed…