Direction

When I lived in Madison  Wisconsin  about 20 years ago,  I used public transportation  to get me  everywhere I needed to go, and most of the time I knew where I was going; work, school, church, home, to a friend’s house. There were times I’d have to rely on the bus drivers to get me to a particular street that  I didn’t know. I knew  the address,  but since the bus drivers  couldn’t always assure me that I was even on the right side of the street , I would get  on the bus, and I would sit there, hoping it was headed in the right direction, and anxiously looking at every  street sign  until I could get to the street desired.

Sometimes I wouldn’t realize that the bus had driven past the desired street and I would get off and cross the street to try to catch the bus headed in the opposite direction.  Sometimes I would get off the bus and find out  afterwards that I got off the bus too early and would have to wait  about half an hour for the next bus, only  to find that my desired street was 3 blocks away. Sometimes I'd be on the wrong bus altogether.

That’s how I feel about life, sometimes. Sometimes I wonder : am I on the right bus?   Am I headed in the right direction? Did I miss my stop?  Should I have gotten off a long time ago, or is my stop ahead?

I can only hope that I’m worried about nothing.