I will be the first person to admit that I have absolutely no sense of direction.  I can get right and left wrong.  Once, when I worked at the university, I had to dismiss a class when the professor couldn’t come in.  I went to the wrong building and almost dismissed the wrong class.  I’m a bit infamous.

But it can also work in my favor.  When I insist that I know which way to go, my husband and son listen.  They know that I don’t speak up unless I am certain. After all, I’m well aware of my reputation.

The good thing about my ability to get lost is that it doesn’t really faze me anymore.  I don’t know where I am?  No big deal.  I’ll figure it out eventually.

Maybe that’s part of the reason that I’m so willing to try new things.  While various of my friends are looking for a pattern to make a cute felt ornament we saw, I’ve figured out what needs to be done and a logical order for the steps.

Does my way always work?  No.  But I learn something from each failed attempt.  And eventually I’ll figure it out.