It makes me sad that the art of map reading is dying.
You see a GPS in almost every car and I don’t know anyone with a smartphone who doesn’t have a navigation app.
I have three.
My dad made sure that my brother, sister, and I were pros. We played Left-Right-Left-Right (as I’ve mentioned before) and along the way, we learned the art of navigation.
I love maps. And I can’t throw them away. It may be sacrilegious, but I saved all those old maps (and I have a lot of them) and use them as wrapping paper. At least they’re getting used, right? I know, it’s wrong. It’s wrong, right?
But that’s not the point of this post.
The point of this post is finding your way. Finding.
Tonight starts Yom Kippur.
It’s a time of reflection. A time to think about where I’ve been and where I’m going. What I’ve done well and what I can do better.
What can I do better?
I can turn off my technology and turn more attention to my family. I can be more direct. I can apologize less. And be more in tune with what my friends and family need from me. Without being told.
I can be a better, more supportive mother. (I’m pretty darn supportive, but there’s always room for improvement, no?)
I can complain less. I can try new things (metal work????) and learn things that I don’t NEED to learn. I can do more for myself to make me a happier, full-hearted person who can share more with others.
I can be a better, more engaged wife. (Woo hoo – 25 days to Jamaica with the hub!)
I can be happy more and critical less.
I can. And I will.
I’ve been blessed with a wonderful life. A little spit and polish and it’ll be even better.