JOY IN THE JOURNEY
I was enjoying a shower: singing, taking extra time, ‘soaking up’ the experience. It was warm, wonderful and invigorating until I was distracted by the reflection of a light on the wall. It was the first time I had noticed that I could make a shadow on the wall if I positioned my hand in just the right way. I happened to be shaving under my arms at the very moment I discovered I could do this and so I immediately formed a bunny with my hand and made him twitch his nose and move his ears while I multi-tasked with the razor. Needless to say—as often happens when we ‘play when we should be paying attention’—I cut that very tender skin under my arm. It hurt and it bled but I had to laugh at myself because it wasn’t too many years ago that I wouldn’t have thought to be that playful. It would not have occurred to me to ‘play when I should have been paying attention.’ I was much too careful.
The years have taught me to take time to play along the way. It won’t be the end of the world if you skin your knee or cut your underarm. The whimsy and delight of being playful will far outweigh the pain. Taking things too seriously can leave you very safe and unscathed but very crimped in your spirit as well.
A few years ago, when I was very absorbed in being very serious, I found a poem attributed to several authors, so there’s no verification for the one who really wrote it—but whoever she is, I love her. She made me think about having fun and when it’s time to go barefoot and eat ice cream, I always think of her.
If I had my life to live over I’d dare to make more mistakes next time…
- I’d relax, I would limber up.
- I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
- I would take fewer things seriously.
- I would take more chances.
- I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
- I would eat more ice cream and less beans…
If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter than I have…
- I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
- I would go to more dances.
- I would ride more merry-go-rounds.
- I would pick more daisies.
I pray you have moments for fun . . . for silliness . . . for laughter. I pray even if you are all alone and there is no one around to giggle with you that you will dare to see the humor in the off-beat and the simple. I pray you will learn to enjoy ‘your self’—that girl God created with great love and a big smile.
Here’s to the joy of the journey . . .