Endlessly we put a lot of aim and spirit in doing all we can to get somewhere. I often wonder if we arrive. Is it a feeling? I don't know about you but each time I assumed I arrived there was always another place to grow or go. Therefore do we truly ever arrive? That's what I love about bosses and department heads. They're always planning then doing. But to get there you have to expect the shape of the circle to change. Knowing this, do we put too much into the process of arriving? I've met a lot of people on this path of wishes and dropped dreams. The extended arms that ache from so much weight belonging to the past that arriving truly isn't the destination but just somewhere to prove we had the right spirit in the moment. Whoa... My favorite word is moment. Being here in the present. Living in the now. I can honestly tell you that I have arrived in this moment. It's here! But what was required for our moments to become a single line of expression? I've spent so much time living in the past that the future was lost somewhere between the moments I could've enjoyed or learned from. If we'd spend less time trying to arrive and put focus on the process of progress the physical steps of gaining access to what's been planned will take it's rightful journey. If it goes wrong? Who cares! Being in the moment prepared you for the misplaced bricks in the foundation. Do we need victories in order to be happy? To know victory means you have faced defeat.