Not all who wander are lost?

For some reason I have always had an irrational fear of getting lost. This may be due to my complete lack of any sense of direction, or the fact that living in Tucson has conditioned me to be constantly aware of my surroundings for my own safety. Either way, I am beginning to understand that to be lost may not be as awful or formidable as I believed it to be. As I reflect on all of the instances in which I have found myself to be "lost", whether literally (driving in an unfamiliar area), or figuratively (as I struggle with an important decision), I have always come out of the experience with a new sense of self-awareness, learned a valuable lesson, and (in some cases) I am pleasantly surprised by a new discovery. Whether that discovery be the realization that I am a strong individual who is capable of more than she thought possible, or stumbling upon a beautiful spring while wandering in nature, I am beginning to conquer my fear. In less than a year I will be graduating college, and I will be faced with several important decisions. I have always been the kind of girl who likes to stay in her comfort zone, but the more I think about my plans for the future, I realize that I do not want to be afraid to take risks because I am too afraid of the outcome. This is a little reminder to myself to not fear the future because "It's better to travel and get lost than never to travel at all."