Heading the wrong direction south on I-5 tonight with no exit to turn around for miles, I reminded myself that it’s all part of the adventure. In the past 36 hours I have flown from Lihue to Honolulu to Oakland, driven from Oakland to Sacramento, and then from Sacramento to Mt. Shasta and then Ashland. Needless to say, I’m ready for a week of relaxation on the Oregon coast, but I’m also trying to make the most out of the time spent getting places, even when lost.
That’s the thing I’ve noticed lately, time is moving faster, and faster, and faster. The prospect of this only accelerating is frightening. Hawaii was gone in a second, Oregon will likely be too, I’m realizing that life is way too short to spend impatient, ever. So, each moment I catch myself wanting to get to the next thing, I stop and remind myself that there is something worthwhile in every moment, even if it is just laughter, a little lesson, or time to reflect. Besides, knowing where you’re going all the time can be pretty boring, both in travel and in life.
I instantly thought of Ferris Buehler:
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
So true! 🙂
So true! 🙂 (And, love that movie!)