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.
Will you be disoriented if I ask who wrote that?
Which of these photos seems the most disoriented?
Here‘s “Disoriented” by CloZee.
I’m never too disoriented to thank all who help me create these daily blog posts and — of course! — you.
