The time is drawing near for us to pushback from our lives here in the US, speed down the runway toward a land afar, and spread our wings so as to see a world like none other. My teacher warns us that “Anything can happen.” She further advises us that it would be best to adopt the thinking that “whatever is happening is meant for us” to experience and grow from.
Already, my safe and routine world is starting to quiver. I learn that I do not have control over everything and that I must roll with punches so-to-speak. I find that I can actually enjoy things better if I let go of unmet expectations and simply be in the here and now. There will be time to read that book (or rather bookS), do that long run, shop, wash the dirty clothes, shampoo the dog and carpets…LATER.
Today is spent:
- Watching football games
- Capturing moments of boys being boys
- Laughing with YaYa after he turns his mouth blue with Fundip
- Let the chores wait for yet another day.
And when I am awakened by a phone call from India informing me that my 11:45 am flight from Dehli to Dharamsala has been further delayed, I remember my teacher’s words and thank the airline representative for calling.
Like YaYa’s post game snack, this is going to be a most excellent, life changing adventure for sure!
