Journey vs. Destination

My husband and I are going to take a cross country trip. We are driving from San Jose to Washington DC to Connecticut to Boston. On the way there, we are going The Southern Route: Arizona, New Mexico, some other states I forgot, Tennessee and Virginia. I expect we’ll spend a fair amount of time listening to Route 66 for at least the first part of the trip. On the way back, we’ll go to north… way north: Illinois, Wisconsin, Minnesota, North Dakota, Wyoming, Montana (Yellowstone!), Nevada and home.

The goal is to see the graduation performance of my sister-in-law as she finishes up a Jazz flute master’s degree. And to see the country but I keep forgetting that part. I’m pretty focused on goals and forget to see that the journey is the fun part. This is a road trip of epic proportions. Hurrying along is going to make it worse, not better. Yes, I’m excited to see Washington DC (I’ve never been!) and looking forward to seeing family. But if we don’t do something every day, something to make us to look around at where we are and think “yeah, this is awesome”, I believe we are doing it wrong.

Yeah, that is a metaphor for life. The goal here isn’t subtlety.