There are some things that I am good at. It is affirming to acknowledge your own strengths. I mostly communicate well, in writing and verbally, I can easily knock up a decent meal, I'm a competent clinician and a fair to middling parent......But my sense of direction is shocking. I reckon I could get lost in my own home if I tried.
A case in point is a journey I make pretty frequently during my working life. There's a shortcut through narrow country lanes to the villages that lie east of Kingsbridge. There's a fork from the A-road that runs from Totnes about a mile after the turn off to Dartmouth. Even though there's road signs and some distinctive features like farm buildings and a wonderful tree that's been bowed by the wind it's a bit of a lottery as to whether I'll end up in my intended destination. Well actually the odds of winning Euromillions seem greater for I don't think I've ever got it right. I head for the gorgeously named Frogmore and whoops! I end up in Stokenham two settlements down the road. I've only been working this patch for fourteen years. Maybe I'll get my bearings sometime soon!