I’ve been to a lot of county fairgrounds over the years, but had never been to the Lawrence County grounds. Scheduled to judge, I called the Extension office to get directions. I scribbled some notes and headed north. I turned west as the directions indicated when I realized my notes were a little fuzzy about just how far I was supposed to go. Surely I can't miss a fairgrounds, I thought, so I kept going. . . and going . . . and going, until I thought apparently you can miss a fairgrounds, so I turned around.
I watched both sides of the road, certain I would find a fairgrounds this time, and had faith until I drove all the way back into Lawrenceville.
I turned around again. And, again I started off and went as far as I thought I needed to go and stopped. With no fairgrounds in sight, I called a coworker who gave me directions. Armed with knowledge, I returned to the path until I got to the point where my coworker said "if you get to here, you've gone too far." Somehow, I had missed it again.
Late beyond repair, I stopped at a house where a man was mowing his yard, and I asked for directions.
"You have to keep going," he said. "You've stopped too soon. The fairgrounds is farther down the road."
It was then I realized that the directions from my coworker were from HER house. I was coming from the opposite direction, so what was "too far" for her was only the beginning for me.
I had to keep going.
I stopped too soon.
How often do we do that? Stop too soon. Fail to take one more step. Fail to do the one last thing that will put us where we need to be. Fail to plot our course. We misinterpret signs and take the advice of friends who aren't where we are and aren't who we are, and we miss the place where we're supposed to be.
I got back in the car and drove, and then drove more, past the point where I had stopped before, and there, just a little bit farther down the road, was the fairgrounds. It was there all the time just waiting for me to find it, claim it, enjoy it.