Victoria Drive

It had rained while I was in the movie theater. I emerged, blinking, into a mild, clear summers evening. Inhaling deeply for the first time in what seemed like days, I decided a walk was in order. Experiencing the single life, albeit thankfully briefly, this weekend, I engaged my desire for spontaneity and detoured to Central Park for a walk. A beyond that...a drive.

When you rush through life, driving from one appointment to another, you forget what a joy it can be to drive. And as I rolled through the Rosevillan suburbia, the aroma of freshly cut grass and rain on lakes wafted through the windows. I decided to explore, and took a rode that I recognized but did not know it's end point. I took a familiar rode that would take me to where I wanted to go...even though the journey there was unfamiliar.

Which, while a true story, seems to be an apt metaphor for my life. I'm going down a familiar path, towards a desired destination...the journey to get there is somewhat uncertain. No huge complaints, no big uncertainties...but certainly unknown territory. And for the moment, I'm going to have to be okay with that. There is joy in the journey, just as there is pain, there is heartache, there are miracles and surprises. But it is in the journey, indeed.