I took another left turn. Everything looked the same, farmland for as far as the eye could see.
The sun was setting.
I was looking for a street sign with a mix of numbers and letters. But signage wasn’t a priority in this little community.
Another left turn. I felt like I was driving in circles.
Night had officially fallen.
The event was supposed to start in thirty minutes and I was supposed to be on stage shortly after. I wanted to drive faster, but I had to do the opposite.
Then cell phone reception dropped. No GPS. I drove with two hands on the wheel, as if I was trying to feel my way through the night.
I was so lost.
I happened upon a sleepy little gas station. Two pumps. One bathroom. And a gray-haired attendant. He could tell I wasn’t from the area.
I explained the place I was looking for. He had heard of it!
We shared a quick laugh about how hard it is to navigate these roads.
He gave me my bottle of water on the house, along with a map where he’d handwritten my directions.
Within twenty minutes, I saw the gleaming lights and heard chattering voices.
I’d made it.
Being lost always comes before finding your way. There’s no telling how long it will last, but move slowly – pause if needed, take care of yourself, be surprisingly kind to others…and keep going.