Journeys With Jani

Direction?

Who told you I had direction? Was it someone with a clipboard and a dream? Because unless we’re talking about GPS directions to the nearest Target or the quickest way to get home without hitting every red light in Bartow County, I’m gonna need you to clarify.

See, I’m not one of those folks who popped out of the womb with a five-year plan and a color-coded binder (I got that later). Nope. I’ve been out here flying by the seat of my pants since 1969, and I’ve somehow managed to land on my feet—most days—with a coffee in one hand and multiple planners in the other that usually get ignored.

If anything gives me “direction” in life, it’s a curious mix of gut instinct, caffeine, grandbaby giggles, and occasionally asking myself, “What would Dolly Parton do?” Spoiler: the answer is usually “put on some lipstick and mascara, and keep going.”

Sometimes my direction looks like a well-planned calendar and sometimes it’s just a Post-It note that says, “Don’t forget pants.” And yet, here I am—still navigating the chaos, still laughing, still loving hard, and still pulling together last-minute travel plans like it’s a competitive sport.

So what gives me direction? Faith. Family. And a whole lot of wingin’ it with flair.

Because while I may not know exactly where I’m headed every day, I do know this—I’m going somewhere, and I’m gonna enjoy the ride. Preferably with good music, a biscuit, and the windows down.

XOXO, Jani

Now tell me—what gives you direction, or are you out here with me, cruisin’ without a map?