Life's A Trip
Remember what it was like to look out the window on a road trip as a kid? To watch the scenery pass by as we neared our final destination. Isn’t that what it feels like to grow older? The landscapes of our life become a blur in the windows of our minds. In a way, life is like one long road trip.
We are children as the family loads up the wagon with the needed supplies. There was a true pecking order in those days. If you were the smallest, you entered the car last and contorted to the necessary position needed to fit snuggly between the spare tire and illegal fireworks (good thing I wasn’t a smoker - then at least). Before we knew it, we were packed in like a bunch of sardines and were on our way.
The rest stops are like our teen years - sporadic and unplanned. This was always the opportune time to check out the other families sharing the park. We weren’t afraid of strangers then and we didn’t need to be. These were some wonderful evenings! The laughter was loud and new friends were made. The more kids we could get to play our games, the more fun we all had. Even the cool older kids, although resistant at first, would join in when they saw us having a good time. This was often the case in high school. Being cool was important, but watching a group have fun without you wasn’t that great. It didn’t matter if your Fonzi coat was on, good times are rarely out-ranked.
As the trip continues, there are tragedies, tears, fights, and lies - this is our first stab at college. We truly discover what we are made of during these years, and it isn’t possible without the hurt. When we are finished and return to our hometown, we are scarred, bruised, dirty, and tired - but we made it! We have earned the right to walk across the stage and receive a diploma. Our heart filled with memories, many of which fade with time, but forever remain a part of us.
The day comes when it is time for us to get into our own car and drive away from the place we call home. We leave our family and begin life’s journey on our own. Our first road trip.
It was almost sunset when my time came to trek into adulthood. The scenery was a blur of colors as the tears ran freely. Before I knew it, I had arrived at the new place I would soon call home. I stepped out of the car an adult. My legs were trembling and every part of me wanted to turn around and go back, but life just doesn’t work that way.
Life passes us by in a heartbeat, and if we fail to pause and reflect, we might forget the beauty of the trip. It never goes perfectly, and it’s better that way. If it weren’t for our struggles, we wouldn’t appreciate the good things we’ve been given. Enjoy the ride, folks. Look out the window, laugh with your new friends, and enjoy the memories. One day, it will be all you have.
I hope everybody has a great Christmas! I will be back January 1st to start. In the meantime, feel free to write and let me know how your holiday season is going. Thank you for making this a wonderful year. Be safe, happy and kind. Let’s talk on the first, as always, I’ll bring the coffee.