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.

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