“Are we there yet?”
I always asked this during long car rides as a kid. My poor parents.
Today, when I jokingly ask, “Are we there yet?”, my boyfriend simply responds with, “Yes. We are.”
With age, I’ve grown to appreciate the long stretches of time and the journey of getting to one destination to the next.
Trips don’t simply manifest out of thin air. It takes time, research, budgeting, communication, coordination, money, and infinite logistics. Basically, they require patience.
I wish I could Dream of Jeannie my ass to new countries, but Elon Musk hasn’t come up with that technology yet. I’m impatiently waiting for the Hyperloop system.
In all seriousness, my appreciation and enjoyment of driving has gone up tremendously in the past 5 years. I use the time to get caught up, learn new things, jam out with my clam out 😂, call friends, and take in Mother Nature’s beautiful creations.
It’s a necessary evil for travel, so I try to enjoy it. Cruising around in the Tesla wasn’t too shabby either. Now, if Elon could get a full charge done in 15 minutes vs. over an hour then I’d be cooking with gas. Basically, Elon needs to get on it!
With travel the only constant is change, so exercising patience is the only option. Unless I want to come home with one eyebrow missing and an ulcer.
How and why does Patience hit home for you?
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Next, check out my diary post on 6. Unlearning.