I think a lot when I drive. Thanks to GPS technology, on long stretches of unknown highway, I can simply glance at the screen and know that I'm on the right path.

Before I could take a supercomputer from my pocket and perch it on the dashboard, I'd have a written set of directions.

Did I pass my exit? Where's a mile-marker?

Wait. Did I get back on going Eastbound instead of Westbound?

I don't have these sweat-inducing, vexing experiences while driving these days.

But life is different.

Career paths, business plans, parenthood... there's no GPS technology for those things. However, there are still signposts.

Today, I had an experience that confirmed for me: you're on the right path with that particular project upon which you've been working.

A marker. A directional sign. They come along every now and then, and – especially when they tell you you're headed in the right direction – they can offer a much needed boost.