Getting There Isn’t Always Fun
In spite of my best intentions to be sedentary and avoid further inflaming this soon-to-be-replaced hip, I find myself on the move. To get to the plane for yesterday’s trip, I pulled myself and my laptop wheelie through seemingly miles of corridor from the entrance door of DIA to the farthest possible end of terminal B, gate 95. I hopped barefoot through security, took th train from main to B, up to escalators, walked past thirty-five gates, took another escalator down to the nether regions, walked past seven more gates and finally arrived. The plane was tiny and the short squeeze from front to row ten posed no challenges.
At the hotel, a sprawling old California white stucco and red tile roof affair facing the beach in Santa Barbara, I was directed to my room in the building across the parking lot, at the farthest end of the back corridor. Oh well. Life’s not always about what I want or don’t want. I am reminded that Constructive Living practice (http://www.todoinstitute.org) offers alternative questions: don’t ask “what do I want?”, ask “what needs to be done?” So I schlepped.
Here I am this morning, having breakfast and gazing out the large window at the morning sun sparkling on the Pacific and the fascinating twists of pine trees groomed by the wind. Soon I’ll go off and do work that I love to do, dancing with learners in Fielding University’s coach training program, exhorting them to do and be their best. The journey is always worth the landing.
