Crazy Leg Syndrome

In the summer when my sister was 2 years old and I was no more than 6 months old our parents took us to Foto Wildlife Park in Cobh. Obviously I don't remember this but the story has been told many times through the years. It was a great day out from what was told my 2 year old sister spent considerable time chasing the Keypock (the peacock to those of you who don't speak toddler.). I was assured she got great enjoyment out of it. I'm sure the poor  Keypock didn't feel the same but what are you going to do about it. She also chased a marsupial type animal I can never remember the name of. Its the thing that the largest rodent and its like a kangaroo on four legs in the shape of a big rabbit with thinner and longer legs. Great description I know. Anyway she was chasing this animal and she got lost... Or so she thought. My parents were 2 feet behind her with me in tow. She walked along bawling her eyes out in a pathetic two year old manner. Of course she never left my parents sight but I'm sure it was pretty traumatic for her. The reason I'm telling you this story is I've been thinking a lot recently about getting lost. I can't ever remember a time when I was physically lost but I've often been lost in school or generally. I can often be quite slow on the uptake especially when I'm tired. But I often feel lost when i'm thinking of what career I want to pursue. I choose something then I think "Can I see myself doing that for the rest of my life?". Then I get the ARGHHHHHHHH Feeling of dread.  The ARGHHHHHHHH feeling of dread is that horrible moment when you realise you're lost and you can't read the map. But sometimes you've just got to step back and realise the map is upsides down and you weren't meant to follow it in the first place. In those times you just have to take a deep breath and realise if you just go a bit further you'll be exactly where you want to be. The feeling of being lost is strange, but the feeling of finding your way is so satisfyingly worth it. This whole post doesn't really have a point. Oh well.
Night night, Miss Melodramatic xxx