When I say I have no sense of direction, I am not exaggerating. I mean NO sense of direction. It’s like a mental disability.
I get lost constantly. For me, getting there is never half the fun. It’s a serious intellectual challenge. It’s a great irony that I love to travel.
I’m notorious for dragging my family on long walks in the wrong direction. When I pull into a gas station on an unfamiliar route, I have to tell myself out loud whether I will need to turn left or right on exiting to continue on the same path.
When I’m walking in an unfamiliar area, I have to turn around frequently to imprint the scene on my mind so that I’ll recognize it on my return.
I’m beyond being embarrassed about it. But I rarely ask directions because I usually can’t follow them.
The GPS I got for Christmas is helping enormously, although the word I hear most often is “recalculating” because I so often head the wrong way despite its directions.
That is why I am going to get this new book titled “Never Get Lost Again: The Complete Guide to Improving Your Sense of Direction” I’m really quite excited about the idea that there’s help for this condition.