I was thinking last night, in that hazy drift between wakefulness and solid sleep, of our upcoming journey and our jobs, and many other various items that sweep in and out of a tired mind.
What is it we really want out of this experience? Other than experience? Is that enough?
What am I chasing?
Watching the Olympics last night, Rhys was busy wiki-ing and sharing his findings of the history of the Olympics with me. It’s really fascinating – if you get a chance, it’s worth a read: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olympic_Games
We watched athletes give their all for the chance to stand on the podium, smiling and waving as they saw an unusually clear culmination of all their hard work in a small metal medal. How wonderful that would be – such a clearer goal for those athletes than for most of us who can’t or won’t work quite that hard, and are thus left with a more muddied path, less crystal-clear goalposts. There’s a lesson there somewhere for all of us.
But for me, I look at our beginning – Spring of 09 – as a goalpost. Is that even right? I think I have that viewpoint because of the absolute lack of knowing what will come next. I don’t know what we’ll see, do, hear, learn. I don’t know who we’ll be. So, I don’t know how to express in words or thoughts what I want to get out of this undertaking.
I suppose for now I’ll have to be content with two major goals: Survive. Grow.