Jeep Girl

Jeep Girl here… I hadn’t slept more than four hours per night in days, and I was feeling less like a Jeep Girl than ever. I laid on the couch in front of a fan trying to cool down long enough to take a nap, but it didn’t happen. My mind spiraled to a bad place. I’m not good at being alone. Not for long periods of time anyway. As I’ve gotten older I have come to appreciate personal space, and I definitely need time to myself to feel healthy emotionally, but a day or two of that every week is more than enough for me. The last week, all the friends I have made here are attending a special intensive on the theology of the Holy Spirit. It is about an hour out of the city, so they all leave very early and get home very late. The Pastors are on vacation. So I’m left having a lot of time to think, and the lack of sleep means that my emotions aren’t working well.  Then I got a call from some of my best friends back home. I had mentioned my insomnia previously, and they w

Jeep Girl here… It’s true. Not all who wander are lost, but I am. Very very lost. I am about to give you a long list of reasons why I’m lost, but make no mistake if those reasons didn’t exist, I would still be lost. That is because I was born without that very important standard issue device called a sense of direction. You don’t even have to spin me around 3 times to make me lose track of where we are. Just simply engage me in conversation, put me on a beautiful tree-lined street or for that matter an ugly street. I will ultimately be distracted and lose all sense of time, space, and distance. I won’t remember landmarks, or if I do they will be random ones that no one else remembers.  Let’s say I get lost and I phone a friend for help. When they ask me to tell them what I see around me, I say things like, “there’s a redbird in the tree, a bubblegum wrapper that someone folded into a funny shape on the sidewalk, and a woman drying her hair in the 5th story window.