To California I go...

To California I go...

I was waiting for the day when moving to California would feel like a HUGE deal. The funny thing is that it never did. 

I love my San Antonio friends, my gym, and settled into making my "new" city home. It wasn't like I was anxious to leave.

I think it's just the realization that almost nothing is permanent. There really is no true end or beginning, it's a just a pathway to the next thing. 

Maybe that's dramatic?

The reality is that I am sitting in California, working as if there's no end and no beginning to the work day or work week. It's not because I think there's a destination. I am relishing the journey and I truly believe we will make it. If we don't? Then I just had the coolest experience anyone could ask for in their career.  

Here's an excerpt from one of my favorite poems, The Station by Robert Hastings. I first read it when I was a senior in high school and haven't been able to let it go.

Sooner or later, we realize there is no station,
no one place to arrive. 
The true joy of life is the trip. 
The station is only a dream. 
It constantly outdistances us. 
"Relish the moment" is a good motto. 
It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad. 
It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. 
Regret and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today. 
Regret is reality, after the facts. 

So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. 

The station will come soon enough.



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