Apparently, I’m headed in the wrong direction. Literally. Like clockwork, I boarded the bus like normal. But it didn’t dawn on me till many bus stops later that I was headed in the wrong way. I wasn’t supposed to go home. I drove my car earlier that morning. If I went home, my car wouldn’t be there. 

My only option? To get off the bus and go back on a bus headed in the direction I just came from. 

Nothing much I could do. That’s what happens when my body’s on autopilot but my mind is somewhere else, thinking about tasks. I can’t help but laugh as I sit here for the ride. 

How many times have we’ve done this in our lives, heading in the “wrong” direction? 

There were many times where I found myself headed in a certain direction, whether in my career or relationships, and had to stop and think, wait, where am I headed?! 

Sometimes I chose to change directions. If my life was being monitored by a GPS device, it would’ve said, “Recalculating” on more than one occasion. 

But I’ve learned that we are always where we need to be. So for whatever reason, I am back on this bus because God put me here lol.