Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Stopping to smelling the roses even when they smell like jet fuel
Because I'm a destination person. I have my eye on the prize at the end of the day - meeting up with old friends, settling in, a great meal. My husband is going along. He's a journey guy. He doesn't let glitches bother him. He takes them in stride, considers them part of the plan. Me? I grumble and complain. Or, rather, I used to.
Something happened along the way as I age. It helps that I have my laptop along. And my Kindle. Toys. I'm really, really trying to enjoy the moment, even if it spins out of my control. I promised myself, whatever happens today, however long it takes to arrive, it's okay.
What about you? Destination? Or journey?