If your childhood was anything like mine, then you can recall at least one road trip that was soooo long that it forced you to ask this question every 15 minutes. Well, I would like to take this time to apologize to my parents (and yours) for all the needless suffering we caused them on an already exhausting trip…
Now, that I’ve gotten that VERY IMPORTANT business out of the way…I will continue with my thoughts…
Anyway, after a long talk with my significant other—it got me to thinking about how often I ask myself this question on a day-to-day basis. In fact, I would dare to say that many of us ask this question in the same irritating way to most situations in our life—every 15 minutes.
Having just turned the big 3-0, I find myself wondering obsessively about where I’m “going” on this road of life. Just like many years ago, I have an idea—but it seems to be taking too long—or is it? I mean, when I think about the road trips I had…I think of all the car games, silly conversations, and (of course) the off-beat moaning (I can't bring myself to call it singing) to Culture Club, Madonna, Patti Labelle, Alexander O’ Neal and Kenny Rogers (…hey don’t laugh…my parents were strange birds…). When I think about the road trips to Washington D.C., Canada, Wisconsin Dells, and everywhere else my dad refused to get directions to—I realize that I learned as much about myself during the ride as I did once we arrived to our destination.
So, for any of you fellow bloggers who may be slightly impatient regarding your annual earnings, your relationship status, the same-ole family issues, or maybe…you’re actually sitting in the backseat of a car—and you find yourself asking a variation of this question…STOP. Please.
Counselor tip of the day: Enjoy the ride—as the road of life seems long and never-ending; but, we all know it isn’t.
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Just give me a map, that's all i'm saying. Tell me which way I'm supposed to go and i'm there.
But it ain't that simple.
A thought-provoking Blog. I think we too often become obsessed with the destination, while overlooking or taking for granted the Journey. No pun intended Kiyotoe, #1 the assumption that giving you the map would equal you finding THE WAY is not guaranteed; #2 you don't have to ask how you're supposed to go, your innate sense of love and direction will guide you. Has anyone listened to Kirk Franklin's, "Imagine Me"? the music & lyrics are phenomenal. Love you all much. micki
You have such a nice way of looking at things.
That's some of the best advice I've heard in a while. As someone who has been awaiting a proposal from her boyfriend of 7 years, I need to learn to sit back and relax. It'll happen when it happens, right?
I am a very impatient person and I was, most definitely, one of those kids that asked, "are we there yet". I never realized that I viewed life the same way - I'll have to work on that.
Thank you!
I stopped asking that question. I worked for 11 years in a highly stressful job. When I quit a year ago to start a new journey I didn't know how stressed I was until one day I realized that my stomach no longer ached, the dots in front of my eyes vanished, my fingernails grew, and I wasn't so tired. I don't want a map, I don't even want oral instructions. I just want to blow the way the wind blows and enjoy the ride. Are we there yet? is a desire to end the trip or return to your original destination. I will never ask that question again.
Sounds like a little Yahism rubbed off on you! I realized a long time ago that the destination is FAR less important than the ride there.
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Hiya! :0)
I tagged you for "Four Things" - go to my blog and grab it - if you want, of course. You don't have to. :0)
Otherwise, I'm patiently awaiting your next post! :0)
I liked this post. Part of it reminded me about the trips as a child we used to take to see my grandparents in W.Va. But now, in life and on trips, it isn't so much getting to the destination as you have put it, but enjoying the ride that gets us there.
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