Sometimes the best place to be is lost.

Im lost. I think thats ok. It means Im going somewhere.

So often I think only of arriving at a destination, of getting there. I long for a teleporter to illiminate the hassle and time of getting to where Im going. Dont get me wrong, I love driving, I love traveling, I love looking and seeing things, and taking back roads and getting lost and learning something new, going somewhere different. But I forget about that sometimes.

Lately I notice that I've been applying my "just get there already" urgency to life. I just want to figure things out, I want to get to wherever Im going already--Im tired of waiting, of being lost and not having a map to figure things out.

But all life is, is getting there, isnt it? All it is, is a journey. (whoa...and I didnt even smoke any pot to come to that conlusion...deep...) I dont think I will ever get there--unless there is dead, and Im not going to rush that. Im going somewhere I know, because Im lost. And I like that. I dont know how to get to where Im going, but at least Im moving. I realise that right now I'm frustrated, and tired and just want to metaphorically find the damn hotel already--but its preparing me for the next step of my journey.

So I guess Im feeling pretty good about today. I went to Sonic and got a Berry Limeade. Small things like that make me immensely happy. My husband is going to have it easy, hahaha...well, in one way at least.

So yes. Tomorrow is Saturday and it is bright and alive and full of potential. I wonder what we shall do with it?