I went for groceries and while out, managed to get some shopping accomplished. I have my son’s and my mother’s gift. It was what she asked for, its what she’s getting from me. I also went ahead and got the groceries we needed.
In the process, I managed to stand in the middle of the store and chat with a friend. It felt odd, it felt wonderful. We chatted about everything and anything and then worked our way around again. Then we went our separate ways only to meet again as we checked out. I was happy that I had found everything I looked for except that cereal for dad.
When I finally got back home I discovered that my son who I thought was going after a part for his car, didn’t. He had to wait on a phone call telling him it was ready. A call that didn’t come. What does that mean? It means that tomorrow I get to go after the part. I have no clue how to get there. His directions were a turn right at, go to end,, turn left and turn left and..then what? Have I mentioned that I do not like trying to go somewhere that I’ve never been before?
What is my plan? After I have a panic anxiety attack? Pray a lot. Make sure I have directions and the name of the place I’m going and more than vague turn here instructions. I once did this all the time. I drove where I didn’t want to drive and survived. I can do this for him. He has to work, he can’t just take off when ever he wishes. I’m not tied down with a set schedule. I can do this. If I end up in Virginia somewhere, I won’t end up in Virginia. It supposed to be forty-five minutes, Virginia is much further and I do believe I would figure I’m missed it after I pass that time. Once I do this on my own, I know that it will give my confidence a big boost.
Just as unexpected compliments from random people does. Just as an unexpected gift, does. Just as someone taking their time to chat with me about what ever crosses our mind. Does. I’ll just chalk it up to another case of mom to the rescue.