Not Yet

Nope, I haven't figured it out yet. Just when I think I'm on the right road, I realize I don't know where I'm going.

Do you ever feel like your daily life is supposed to be leading somewhere? I guess I'm a goal-oriented person, because I find myself thinking, "I'm almost there," or, "I'm almost done," on and off, all through the day. But when I stop and think, I'm not sure where "there" is, or what "done" means. And then I realize that I'm doing it wrong. Life. I'm doing life wrong. 

I believe I should be moving forward, and growing, changing, improving. But I need to remind myself to pay attention to the moments as they happen. Because it all moves so fast. It might feel great to be able to cross something off of my to-do list, but the real joy can be found in the moment of doing, and too often, I miss that moment on the way to "being done."

Go ahead, roll your eyes at my new-agey, happy hippie chatter. I know what I sound like. When I was your age,  my eyes would have rolled right out of my head at this, too. But now I'm at the right age to appreciate the idea that it really is the journey, not the destination. So I'm trying to get better at life. I guess that's the point, isn't it?