Arrival

A good traveler has no fixed plans 

and is not intent upon arriving.

~Lao Tzu

I am approaching this blog post with nothing specific in mind, but wanted to write because the quote came to mind three times in two days.  The last time was yesterday when we spent some extra time looking for Rayna's car in the airport parking garage.  "How could you do this to us?"  Said Ivy as we schlepped our way from section A, to B, to C ... and so on.  I almost wanted to throw the quote out but Ivy is 8, so instead I think I said something along the lines of, "this is an adventure."  (and I am effin freezing). I am reading the Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin right now and keep getting snip-its of really great, I want to write her a letter moments. I can't wait to undertake my own happiness project of sorts, but with some minor modifications.  

The quote.

I have always considered myself to be a great traveler (my criteria is based on ability to pack on a whim, ability to not know the language but still get what you need, ability to sleep wherever, and ability to negotiate ... using body language).  

But this quote is not just about traveling.

 It's about life.

I have no fixed plan.  None.  I am indifferent about having children, about what job I will have when my two-year contract is up, I am not sure if I will live in Mexico for two, four, six or ten more years, but this makes me feel uneasy.  My type A nature has me naturally attracted to calendars, charts and plans.  I need to have a destination in mind, a challenge ahead, and goal on the radar.

But am I intent on arriving?

Not really.  

I couldn't have planned this journey in a million years.

Leave room for surprises, people.  They are around every corner.   

 

Peace.