Are We There Yet?

(Because I have hit what real writers call "Writers Block"...this is a Musing I wrote a few months ago but never posted. Maybe if I follow my own advice, I'll find my inspiration again. cb)

I just arrived home from a long weekend spent back home in Kansas.
What should normally take 7 ½ hours to drive took nearly 9.
Ouch.
Suffice it to say, I had a lot of time to reflect.

With me, were my two kids and the dogs. Not once did I hear “Are we there yet?”
But boy did “I” think it.
Not in the typical way though…I found myself wondering something entirely different.

Before attempting to answer the question “Are we there yet?” I first have to ask myself, “Where am I going?” followed by “Why am I going there”, “Am I sure I want to go there?” and ultimately, “Is there somewhere else I’d rather go?”

For me, the answers sounded something like this:

I’m going “No Where” in particular.

I’m going there, because I’ve stopped dreaming. Or perhaps I forgot my dreams. Or maybe I began to believe my dreams can’t come true. I think though, that life got in the way and I forgot “how” to dream.

I don’t want to go to “no where in particular”. It sounds dull and boring there. It’s crowded and not very esthetically pleasing; the colors are bland and the voices are monotone, they just sort of blend into one another, like the radio dial is stuck on the A.M. frequency.

Nope, I want to go somewhere else. And I’m not going to get all freaked out needing to know exactly where. I just know it ain’t gonna be “No Where”.

So today, I challenge myself. I challenge myself to do more, see more, read more, write more, ask more questions, make new friends, say “yes” more often, be more grateful, show more grace and embrace not just the life I have, but the life I can have…the life I once dreamed of. Today, I will remember how to dream.

When I get to where I’m going, I don’t want to have to ask “Am I there yet?” I just want to have enjoyed the ride.