A friend of mine sweeps into town every couple of months. She’s flirting with Portland, thinking of a move, not ready to make the commitment. She doesn’t really drive here.
I’ve lived in the city for most of a decade, getting to know my way around the quadrants as long as it doesn’t involve I-5. I’ve become an expert at creative avoidance navigation and back ways.
Both freeway challenged, we were on an adventure to see the amazing play, The Outgoing Tide at the Coho. Point A was Wilsonville, Point B ~ 23rd and Raleigh. For the first time, I drove north on I-5, to 405 and the theatre.
We had great directions and as we traveled farther into the heart of the city, the signage was more frequent and the markers we’d been given hadn’t appeared yet. Attempting reassurance, my friend declared:
“They always write way more than you need on a freeway. You don’t need the part for everyone else, you only need the part that tells you where you’re going.”
Words to live by.
When life is flashing past, sometimes it’s difficult to travel our own path with so many other trails intersecting while we move at breakneck speeds. Easy to get lost, or intimidated, or sidetracked by something shiny blinking in the distance. In the end, we find our path by tuning in to personal discernment and reading the directions intended for us. Only for us. On our very distinctive route through life. The road only we can follow.
Just ignore all the signs that aren’t meant to get you where you’re going.