You know that moment when you’re on an airplane, gliding down the runway as the anticipation is building in your stomach with butterflies? Soon, the propellers are going on either side of the aircraft and the wheels lift up, taking you to your destination. You’re strapped in tight and you’re along for the ride. After all, there’s nowhere to run now, as your mind is filled with wondering who you’re going to meet, what you’re going to do and all of the cool things you’ll come across on this new adventure you’re embarking on.
However, after all of that is said and done, and you land back at home, you don’t quite have the same sense of euphoria. Instead, it’s a bit more melancholy. At least I know it is for me.
I hate goodbyes and I hate endings, so naturally I hate leaving a place that has come to mean so much to me, whether I’m visiting family or in this case…Nashville. So, landing at LAX last Monday evening was less than thrilling. I was annoyed with the crowds, I was hungry and tired, just wanted my bag to come around on the carousel at baggage claim — the list goes on and on. We finally got on the shuttle to take us to the parking lot where our car was, but by the time we’d climbed on there weren’t any seats left so I had to stand. I was irritated and finding fault with everything. But, it had nothing to do with the actual things taking place, just that we were home and not in Nashville anymore. That’s when I heard God whisper to my heart, ‘learn to enjoy the landing as much as the take off.’ Hmm…I started breaking that down metaphorically and literally. Just because I’m home again doesn’t mean I have to be miserable, because there are still so many wonderful and amazing things around me right at this moment, and I need to learn to enjoy those, too.
In life, it also means that it’s easy to grow complacent. After we achieve a dream, you go back to the drawing board and say, ‘now what?’ We grow comfortable doing what we love, but often forget what our intent was for doing it in the first place. You get to the top and then just kind of sit back. Is it as great as you thought it would be? Where do you go from here? I guess I’ve been thinking about that a lot, now that I’ve graduated from college. I’ve been able to do a lot of writing for publications that I’d always hoped to, but I’m starting to wonder if that’s enough? Are there more dreams that I haven’t discovered yet? When you achieve a dream, it should be as fun, if not more than the beginning when everything was new and you didn’t know what else was around the bend. In fact, it just gives you a reason to set new goals and brainstorm new ideas.
In the end, it isn’t about the destination, it’s about the journey. How many times have you heard that one before? But, the older I get, I find it to be more and more true. The more I’ve tried to rush or hold on to certain memories, I miss out on all of the other things in the meantime. Learn to enjoy all of it – the endings, the beginnings, the middles and everything in between. Sure, it’s not always going to be glamorous and it won’t always happen the way you think it should, but you should be able to look back on it and smile. All of it.
That’s all for now,