Whatever journey we take, following any path or plan that resembles our initial intention is rare.
If my destination was Friday, it seems eight days away rather than one.
If my destination was sense of accomplishment, growth and learning – I’ve had a great week.
If my destination was ‘getting enough things done’ by some measure of what I planned, then I’ve failed miserably.
But ah, what lovely failure …
Physically, weary. Emotionally, inspired. Haven’t spent so much giving time and efforts away in recent memory. Staying on-track on-purpose on-task on-time – requires compulsive, rigid and completely focused behavior – means not looking around, not listening, not considering changes of plans, not adding on or taking away from our original ideas.
Momentum at any speed toward any goal requires commitment of time, energy, resolve – kicking aside that which might interfere with goals or miss that destination.
Somebody gave me a smile. I’ve been practicing giving it away.
Somebody left a message about wanting to see me soon if they can just find time – and got warmed.
Somebody said yes to something I was offering, giving away, and that made me feel good.
Feel valued, appreciated – multiplied many times.
I’m wishing for similar derailments next week …
Measuring accomplishments as ‘hours worked’, ‘dollars earned’ or ‘projects completed’ is fair. I’m still on track in many ways, but gaining regard for other measurements.
Like ‘people touched’, ‘gifts given’, ‘smiles returned’.
Sense of: if you like my message, pass it on – if not, send it back, I’ll give to someone else.
What’s your destination, going my way?
C’mon, detours are fun.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -9C/16F, overcast and cozy-feeling sweater day – soft snow and quiet streets early, time for a change or route or pace tomorrow I think. We’ve worn a familiar path too many days, too routine, too … too … too much routine.