Ever noticed that a brandy new walker is so enthralled with mobility that he or she starts ambling first, and figures out a destination later? Just watch a young mother at the park trying to keep up with her kid. Or a child who has discovered the freedom of motion on wheels. It happens again with sixteen year olds. With the keys jingling in their hands, they jaunt to the driveway, rev up the car and head out. Where to? Not a problem. The journey's the thing.

 

I envy them sometimes.

 

When I am dragging my feet on the day, foggy about where this particular energy spender is taking me, I want to see The Goal. Why keep going? This conversation with my husband about dishes is getting us about as far as the conveyor belt takes cereal and frozen peas at the grocery store.... then it swings back for more mundane passengers on its three foot ride. 

 

Maybe we are getting somewhere, I guess. People tell me, though scientists have been wrong before, that I am actually zooming along at a terrific speed. The ice water stays motionless in my glass well enough, but a bunch of people with impressive credentials are convinced that this planet is booking it.