For two nights, I sat facing the jigsaw puzzle, trying to finish the bottom quarter of darker pieces and foliage. It was painful. I just couldn’t get anywhere.
I awoke yesterday, sat down on the opposite side, and finished the bottom third of the puzzle in short shrift, viewing it upside down. Then I realized I had completed the entire sky the prior evening, viewing it upside down. Epiphany on the Ephiany!
Directional dyslexia. I don’t know if it’s a thing, but I sure have it. (And no one needs to chime in on my seeing things upside down, by the way.) Thankfully, my sister is great with directions and kept me going the proper direction in NYC many moons ago as I attempted to show her the sights. I would walk out of a building and turn the exact opposite way we needed to go. She got us home. My daughter got me home in England when she was about 12 years old, after driving through the countryside roundabouts and getting totally turned around. Perhaps that’s why “tour guide” never made its way to my bag of tricks.
I do ascribe to the mantra, “Not all who wander are lost,” even though I seem to be lost regardless of wandering.