A couple weeks ago, I took my youngest son to a check-up for a congenital condition he had surgery for in the first year of his life. It was repairable and everything has been improving in the four years since. So I wasn’t too worried, but there is that lingering “what if” until you get the okay.

How did I get here?

We get caught up in the minutia of the day to day that we lose perspective of the path that got us here.

Our eyes focused on what’s right in front of us. Read why it’s important to reflect on and honor your journey.

It made me feel a sense of melancholy for the ability to make plans to go, really anywhere, especially by air. I sighed a little as I thought of who could be on board and imagining sitting in the airplane seat, looking out the window; a journey in a state of transition, just beginning or ending. It reminded me of times I’ve sat there looking out an airplane window, thinking in my own world, watching the world come into view, trying to make sense of our approach path and enjoying that bit of magical unknown.