Arrival

As I'm riding the Sky Link between terminals in Dallas' airport, it hits me. I've arrived. Yes, yes. My plane has arrived to the airport, but I've arrived!

When I was young, I used to dream of turning 16 and being able to have the freedom to drive. I loved 16. It was a good arrival. The next arrival I really anticipated was the ambiguous point in life where I would be traveling when and where I wanted with no one limiting me. I looked forward to grand adventures yet unknown. Today, it hit me. That point is no longer ambiguous and barely visible in the distance. That point is now. As I'm returning from the top of Pike's Peak, heading home, I've realized... I've arrived.

I can choose to live in the stress of life, or I can choose to embrace the joys. I prefer the latter. Arrival is so sweet.

"Better make it count, 'cause you can't get it back." -Carrie Underwood