The whole “Life is a Journey, not a Destination” business is really starting to grate on me.

I’m beginning to feel like I’m on a really long road trip and every time I feel like I’m close to one of the destinations, I realize the map is wrong, or upside down, or in a language I don’t understand.

The journey is really feeling like forever and I need some destination.  It doesn’t have to be major destination, but like maybe a truck stop where I can get some Starbursts or even a Starbucks for a yummy tea…something or I’m about ready to lose it.

I’m pretty sure I spend half my life saying, “Well, I’m very fortunate, at least I’m still in the game”, “I could be sick or dealing with something major” or “Just a few more months and I’ll be there.”

Sometimes, usually at around…um, 10:41 at night, being in the game or telling myself I’m almost there is just not enough.  I want to be there.

I want the the project done already, I want to speak Italian, I want to hike up the mountain without my knees hurting, I want to pay all the bills and have money left over for something silly.

I want to reach up and grab one of these carrots that are dangling in front of me, sit down at a destination, and chew on the damn thing.

Life is a journey…I get that.  I need to look at all the pieces that have brought me to where I am and appreciate all the life lessons, I need to live in the now.  Yup, I know that too.

Tonight, I really need some destination.  Just a little destination, I just want to check something off, call it done and then I’ll hop right back in the car and continue on with the journey…I promise.

My thoughts from the laundry room.  Power nap.

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