Although some people -- those people who love maps and those who innately are directionally inclined -- may frown at this declaration, I love my GPS. This past weekend I embarked on road trip to visit friends, and one of the most remarkable features of the drive was a voice. Not my own, but that of the GPS woman.
She's so insistently friendly.
In what other situations does a happy pinging sound mark every time you've made a right choice? In many ways, I felt more validated during my four-hour drive than I've felt in months. Ping! You're going the right direction. Ping! You've successfully merged onto the correct exit. Ping! You've arrived at your destination.
I'd love to have this audible support in regular life. Ping! Way to go, Robin, on navigating that disciplining with just the right balance of firmness and grace. Ping! Yet again, a successful lesson taught where student comprehension skyrocketed because of your masterful handling of instruction. Ping! Disaster averted because you, amazing woman, remembered to a sign permission slip, pack a lunch, and return library books in one fell swoop.
I need a life GPS.