what's the next intersection?

today i went for a run and when i reached the end of one of my normal routes decided to take a left instead of backtracking as in usual for this particular route. about twenty minutes later, after being sidetracked by some parks i never knew existed, i realized that while i knew in general where I was and knew north from south and east from west i really had no familiarity with any of the streets and was pretty much locally lost. i have never liked the feeling of running when i wasn't sure of how to get home so i walked for a while until i had managed to find some streets that i knew and could run with confidence.

i'm pretty sure that an unwillingness to run, even for exercise when the point is the effort and not a destination, is a pretty good metaphor for my current state. i seem to be working on a systemic unwillingness to charge into the unknown.