My husband and I went on a date the other night. We left our 21 year old in charge and although I trust the children implicitly (cough, cough), when it was time to go into the movies after dinner, I sent off a quick text asking if all was okay at home. He, of course, joked that it wasn’t and thus ensued a text war.
Now, simultaneously, I am a multi-tasking woman after all, my husband and I had a conversation about both going to the bathroom before the movie started (bear with me).
So. I am texting away, following my husband to the toilets preoccupied with the texting and at the last minute, realise I have followed my husband right to the door (read: almost smacked into it). I stopped abruptly, which caused the line of men behind me to do a very comical, cartoon style ‘bump, bump, bump’ into each other. (On a side note, were none of them wondering why I, a woman, was on my way to the mensroom???? Do I look like a man??? Anyway, that’s beside the point.)
I apologised to the man behind me, and the man behind him and the man behind him (I gave up by about then – it was a long line!) before turning red-faced into the ‘ladies’, barely able to contain my giggles.
It struck me later, as I filled my husband in on the antics outside the mensroom while he was inside the mensroom, that I need to concentrate more on where I am going.
And then that made me think about life (you knew that was coming, didn’t you?). Because I was so caught up in chatting to our son, I missed a vital turn off I should have taken. Just like in life, we can be so busy paying attention to other things, that we allow our natural momentum to carry us along, without actually looking where we are headed.
Now, there was nothing wrong with talking to my son, just like many of the things we get caught up on in life aren’t wrong but they can cause us to veer off the track of where we want to be.
We need to be constantly checking the horizon of life to make sure we are still heading in the right direction. Otherwise, we just may end up somewhere very different from where we intended. And it might be a tad more embarrassing than walking into the mensroom!