I haven't written for a little while...I've been wanting to, but didn't have the words. We've kept busy the past few weeks. I had a couple of work projects, as well as several large school projects to finish as the semester winds down. I actually just completed my last part for my last big group project, and took my last exam Saturday...so now I just have to do a couple of reviews and write a few short papers and I'll be down to 5 classes left in my MBA. Not sure how long it will take me to finish those 5, but still - that will be a good feeling and I'm proud of what I've accomplished so far. Or rather, if you keep reading, I'm proud of what I've learned and how I've enjoyed my MBA work thus far.
I've been pondering a couple of things lately - the value of family and friends, satisfaction, and disappointment. The first two I'll begin to tackle here. The third I'll save for later.
I've been reminded quite a bit of just how much I need people in my life. Not just how much I need them, but rather, how much joy they bring me and how much richer my life is because of them. This not-so-surprising reminder has come in the form of phone calls and emails from family; coffee, lunch, and dinner with friends; and evenings with our small group. But it also came through conscious remembering of certain times or events when I needed people and they were there, as well as when the presence or acts of others totally blessed me. Life isn't always easy and things don't necessarily happen the way my brain thinks they should, but I have people who will laugh, cry, and pray with me through anything...and most importantly, who love me for me - no changes required. And that makes up for an aweful lot. So to all the wonderful people in my life, near and far, family and friends...thank you so much for sharing with me and enriching my life with you. You are one of the things I am most grateful for this Thanksgiving.
Moving on to this post's title, which I'll leave to the Rolling Stones to sing...I've been thinking a lot about how to not get so caught up in dreaming, and then working toward those dreams, that you forget to be happy along the way. Or that you just want to skip the "along the way" period and jump to the desired end state. I've heard warnings against this attitude throughout life - don't be so focused on "getting out into the real world" that you rush through college...cause even though you might go back to school, rarely do you get to go back to the less-stressful, less responsibility, anticipation-filled days of college. Another warning was not to be so hurried to get married that you miss out on the joys and opportunities that single life and dating offer.
What I find interesting about this advice is that the end state ("real life" - aka career, freedom, etc, and marriage) are not bad things to wish for. In fact, they are good, even admirable things to work toward. The danger isn't in the goals themselves, but in the singularly-focused, die-hard drive toward them that eliminates any chance of actually enjoying the journey. And I'd dare to say, eliminates the majority of the sought-for satisfaction upon getting there. Which provides a double whammy - dissatisfaction with the current state (thus the goal), and dissatisfaction upon attaining the new desired state.
I think goals and dreams are very good things. Which works out nicely because I happen to have a lot of them. However, one of the things I've been learning over the past few years is that what "they" say is SO true - it is more about the journey than the destination. That I will thoroughly enjoy our office when I get the piles on the floor organized into the closet; but that the process of going through and sorting things, figuring out how to arrange it all, and actually doing the work is just as, if not more, enjoyable. IF I let it be, which I actually have been. I've also discovered that this means it typically takes a bit longer to get it done than simply putting it all in the closet and shutting the doors, but so much more rewarding in so many ways.
I think that far too often we get wrapped up in the lie "that as soon as I get this done, then I'll be happy." This search for satisfaction is neverending, because if it really is all about reaching the desired goal, well, there's always another one waiting as soon as you reach it. This crazy race is like the search for the fountain of life - people are so consumed with finding it, that they waste away the whole life they were given.
So what is my point in all this? I think it's that goals are good. But life doesn't start and happiness isn't attained when you reach them. In case you haven't noticed, life has already started and so far, no one has figured out a way to stop it...so life isn't about getting XYZ done, it's about how you do it. The mistakes you make and things you learn. The new little paths you end up taking. And happiness isn't just about achieving something...it's about enjoying the entire process you took to get there. That's what life is - it's not a series of accomplishments, although those often come. It's a series of journeys. And it's up to each of us to decide whether we're going to hurry up and rush through each journey as quickly as possible, or actually engage in and enjoy each one. The fact that God saw fit to put us on a particular journey, to give us a certain task, says to me there's a reason for it. And what a shame it would be to be so determined to get to the end that we miss what He intended to show us along the way.
And so I am working on being content. Not complacent, which is feeling secure and peaceful while completely unaware of what's going on around you, but truly being content...loosely paraphrasing the dictionary - feeling peace of mind and emotional satisfaction because I'm willing to accept the circumstances God has placed me in, and ready to engage in the journey so I learn what He wants me to. And most likely, finding quite a bit of joy along the way. That's life. So here's to each of us...may we truly live each day of our lives, not blaze our way through in a hurry to the next big thing.
Then he took me to the mall next door and told me I could pick out a dress or a pair of shoes...woohoo! We ran out of time before deciding on something, but had tons of fun trying on boots...especially these (ridiculously priced) Manolo Blahnik beauties. Bryan still owes me a return trip to find just the right thing...I'm thinking some black ankle boots!
Bryan went out of town Nov 1, but he left me little gifts to find each day he was gone - so fun! 
Then, due to a stroke of luck Gina flew into Denver for some work training, so we had a rather fabulous time shopping, eating, and just hanging out in general.
These dresses were not purchased, just tried on for fun.
This resulted in a wonderfully crunchy lawn covering for us (not them). I happen to like the leaves, but not everyone else in the house does, so I was planing to rake them up later this week:
Right before take-off, Bryan informed me that if the propellor came off, I would be cut in half.
