I get disoriented at times. Sometimes, I get so disoriented by people and places that I lose my way or I lose track of things.
Do you ever get disoriented?
Yesterday morning, I got disoriented while driving to work. Then I got oriented by this:
This absolutely reoriented me to where I was. Can you tell where I was? What oriented you?
While I was at work, I got disoriented again by
several meetings right after lunch and
realizing, at the end of the day, that my purse was missing.
I tried to track my purse down by retracing my disoriented steps. I was then further disoriented when I heard that I needed to wait until 6 AM this morning to find out whether somebody had turned my purse in.
When I show up at 6 AM, if my purse is not there, I will be even more disoriented. However, I will need to orient myself to get to Physical Therapy for my disoriented shoulder.
Here and now, this helps me be less disoriented:
Who steals my purse steals trash. ‘Tis something, nothing: ‘Twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands. A good reputation is the most valuable thing we have—men and women alike.