I Missed My Exit

It has been frigid here in the Big Apple. And yes, officially we’re experiencing what we call as deep freeze. I have been sort of wishing and hoping that one of these coming months, God will  lead me  to feel and see a visible exit sign out of the North East and head some place where the weather is nice year round. And when I say all year long, I mean non-humid 70 degree weather throughout. Is there such a place?

Anyway, to make it worse, the weathermen sent me panicking last Wednesday when I found out about another snow storm coming in to our area yesterday. I have been hibernating and I rarely head out since the cold wintry weather started, and since my pantry was already running out of produce I knew someone will have to get them, and that had to be me.

Bundled up and unwilling, I had to brave the cold. Only two miles into my trek, the famous New York traffic started to make it’s presence felt. I was almost falling asleep behind the wheels with the stop and go rhythm. Then from out of the blue, the snail’s pace traffic freed up, and all the other motorists started to speed up. The sleepyhead in me went with the flow and before I can slow down and make a right into the ramp to exit, I continued speeding ahead and missed my exit. I couldn’t believe I missed the EXIT SIGN. How could I have missed the sign!

I know I’m to blame, but because I was getting restless and anxious to get to my destination, I made such a stupid move.  As soon as I got into the next exit, I exited and I’m sure you would not want to hear the rest of the story because I totally got lost. It took me awhile to sort it out. After a call to my husband I was finally headed back to the right direction.

I’m not that good with directions. Thus, I always try not to miss my exit, because not even an almost flawless GPS can help me when it happens. But with the harried life that we lead, it is inevitable not to miss those exit signs sometimes.