It took me a long time to get to where I was going today.
260 miles - typically 4 to 4.5 hours
a horrendous 6.5 hours
it felt like 16 days.
The construction instigated road rage.
The kids were antsy.
The windows were open.
The smog was thick.
It was icky. Ickyickyicky.
But isn't that the way some journeys go?
Can't you plan the perfect trip or vacation
and doesn't it hardly ever go perfectly?
Our own expectations will kill us every time.
Journeys are a trip. An experience. It's me moving from
point A to point B and the route is usually flooded,
delayed or uncomfortable.
But we keep moving because we have somewhere to go.
Somewhere to be.
Something to do.
Someone to hug.
Don't stop on your journey.
Even if you have your foot on the brake more than the gas pedal.
Because forward is better than backwards.