Saturday, April 10, 2010
Fast forward to a recent networking event that was being held at a downtown Knoxville location and we were afforded the opportunity to drive to this event together. It was during the last few weeks of the truly vicious winter the whole country was dealing with and I have a bad habit of not using a proper winter coat when I really should. When we left the event late that evening, of course it was dark and the temperature had dropped considerably. As is common in most downtown areas, the higher buildings create a wind tunnel effect that whips the cold air into a rapier sharp weapon that steals your breath and stiffens your legs to the point that you can barely bend your knees as you hurry along.
Me being my southern belle type of self, rather than swearing as viciously as the merciless wind deserved, I was breathlessly uttering my own litany and version of profanity. "Oh my word above!" "Holy conniptions!" "Sweet merciful petunias!" My girlfriend was laughing breathlessly at the novel form of swearing, informing me what an absolute rebel I was. We continued to hurry along, leaving the Square behind, but unfortunately we stepped into an even more brutal wind tunnel effect as we got close to the parking garage.
Life is a series of cycles. Beginnings and endings. Lessons learned, lessons begun anew. Experiences achieved, and new dreams explored. Personally, being in constant pursuit of that next hilltop, that next new vista, that next achievement is what drives me. It is a personal joy of mine to constantly be growing and changing, learning, discovering and evolving. The beauty of this process is that "almost there" is the irresistible lure that beckons me forward.
That hopeful stage of becoming is constantly changing, adapting and adjusting when necessary, and most importantly, continually inspiring each of us to reach for more. Simply....more. That human desire to expand our minds, and more importantly, our hearts and our Spirit. Journeying forward, sometimes together, other times apart, connecting again at seemingly random moments that are actually an intricate orchestration. Experiencing. Becoming. On the verge. Almost there!