On being lost

On the way to my office this afternoon, I run into the orchestra conductor, who is both brilliant and lovely.  We talk about today's rehearsal.  From out of my mouth I hear the words,
"I was totally lost last time!"

And it hits me: Well, sure.  I am afraid of being lost.

Which is interesting, because just this morning I had a mental image of myself, as a little boat, cut from the side of an ocean liner.  On its own, floating in the water.  Feeling very very [very] vulnerable to?  Being lost.

Except that a little boat cut off of an ocean liner is typically known as a lifeboat.

Which means that I also felt very very [yes, very] free.

What if feeling lost is actually evidence that I am on the water, where I'm supposed to be?