We are admonished to focus on the journey of life, and not the destination; as if there was some divine reward in the travel feature, the day-to-day act of living as we move through our lives to some distant station. And yet, pausing to enjoy the journey continues to be an elusive goal.
Life enchants by its series of goals. Keeps us hooked by the small successes, an endless gauntlet of high-fives and the deep desire to reach them. Neurons fire small explosive packets of happy hormones with each achievement. Everything appears to be driven by the ends, not the means. Are we there yet? Destination is everything.
And thus, deep into a November evening while searching for a simple lake boat, the phrase, “Great American Loop,” appeared. There was the map. And a wee, plaintive sentence rose forth, “I want to do that.”
The search for a loop-ready boat was set in motion and this journey begins.