I have been thinking alot about traveling.
And about how stressful it can be when I just am not sure if I have the right directions–if I don’t know the right way to get there. If I am not sure I can find my way to where I need to go.
I have also been thinking about how great it is when I just know that I am going to get there and am able to relax into trust. Maybe its because I am riding in the passenger seat and I have faith in the driver. Maybe its because I just know I am going to find it if I just keep moving along in this general direction. But its always then that I am able to relax, roll down the window, crank up the music, breathe and take in the scenery.
When I am confident I am going to get where I am headed I am able to enjoy the journey.
When I am not, I am a mess. I scrutinize every marker, analyze and reanalyze and second guess every decision that I make (to turn left or right?, to take the HOV lane or not?). I am up and down and all about and not at all seeing what is good about the getting there. I am obsessed with making it there finally.
On the otherhand if I can just have trust in my own inner compass, if I believe that I will get where I need to go no matter what happens on the road, suddenly the road is an amazing adventure–full of bumps and tunnels and unexcepted turns sure-but also full of amazing scenery I may never pass again. As amazing as the destination, even…
It would be shame to miss it because my head is in a map worrying about my next move, don’t you think?
Just a thought…
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