
"Are we there yet?"
That brings me back to the long car rides my dad and mom used to take us on when we were little in the woody wagon. Dad was a shoe salesman and loved to drive (that's where I get it from!) We would often bellow out from the backseat "Are we there yet?!!!" Funny but I loved the drive more than the destination most times!!!
It made me think about how so many times in our lives we are chasing the future without realizing the magic in the present.
I often go for walks through the small town of Vincentown. As I make my way down the tiny historic streets with their welcoming porches, I see many residents working tirelessly on their yards. This makes me smile as my dad loved to garden and took such pride in his tomato and vegetable garden, as well as his front yard on Fountain Avenue in Cinnaminson.
I make sure to take the time to say that I notice and appreciate their efforts and their response is always the same: "It's getting there!"
Funny how we view things. All I see is a beautiful garden that is growing and is vibrant. All they see is what is unfinished, as if the beauty of what they have created doesn't count until everything is "done".
But what is "done" after all?
I think we can say the same about ourselves and sometimes how we look at others. We look past the beauty and the good of what is before our eyes and the only thing that seems to scream out at us is the unfinished or the flawed.
I believe life is fluid, we are constantly growing and changing, like a garden. There is beauty in every step of the journey for we are learning something every new day. Sometimes we just can't see the bud for the weeds.
Focus on the now. The today. The beauty of who you are both inside and out. And remember, we are all gardens in the works.
And next time someone pays you a compliment, instead of saying "it's getting there or I'm getting there" just simply say, "THANK YOU."
Love you all!
It made me think about how so many times in our lives we are chasing the future without realizing the magic in the present.
I often go for walks through the small town of Vincentown. As I make my way down the tiny historic streets with their welcoming porches, I see many residents working tirelessly on their yards. This makes me smile as my dad loved to garden and took such pride in his tomato and vegetable garden, as well as his front yard on Fountain Avenue in Cinnaminson.
I make sure to take the time to say that I notice and appreciate their efforts and their response is always the same: "It's getting there!"
Funny how we view things. All I see is a beautiful garden that is growing and is vibrant. All they see is what is unfinished, as if the beauty of what they have created doesn't count until everything is "done".
But what is "done" after all?
I think we can say the same about ourselves and sometimes how we look at others. We look past the beauty and the good of what is before our eyes and the only thing that seems to scream out at us is the unfinished or the flawed.
I believe life is fluid, we are constantly growing and changing, like a garden. There is beauty in every step of the journey for we are learning something every new day. Sometimes we just can't see the bud for the weeds.
Focus on the now. The today. The beauty of who you are both inside and out. And remember, we are all gardens in the works.
And next time someone pays you a compliment, instead of saying "it's getting there or I'm getting there" just simply say, "THANK YOU."
Love you all!