So I don't have a great sense of direction. Okay, that's a gross understatement. If I was in a wet paper sack with my ass touching the back of it, I'd have a hard time finding my way out.
But that turns out not to really be a bad thing.
There are many routes to the same destination. Often, as I'm traveling I find new things, hidden routes, a needed rest stop, who knows what.
It's a hackneyed old saying that it's the journey that matters, not the destination, but that's because it's true.
I'm grateful that I'm always able to reorient myself towards things, no matter how lost I get.