Home for the holidays. I come home for the holidays each year. I know I’ve spent more years with Mom than I’m going to spend in the future. It’s always nice to be back home.
This is our first Christmas without our daughter, and actually, she’s going home for the holidays too. She’s headed for our house to spend the holidays. They say the kids never really leave home, do they?
Anyway, we left Friday morning for Vancouver Washington. All was well, we stopped at Redding for the evening and, more importantly, dinner at Jack’s Grill (a must do in Redding)
However, Saturday we changed driving at Cottage Grove, where I planned to drive the rest of the way to Vancouver. That’s when it started….
About 50 miles from Mom’s the snow started falling. I’m a beach bunny, not a snow bunny and have never driven in snow before. It was one of those times when you start trying to reconcile your fear. In my case the fear of stopping to hitting a drift of snow, or worse, ice. That’s when I thought back to The Secret, which I put on regularly, while working, just for my mind to absorb.
I remembered the segment with Jack Canfield, where he told of traveling down the highway at night. You can’t see more than 200 feet or so in front of you, but you trust that each 200 ft will unfold and you’ll eventually end up at your destination. That’s what I went back to, as I hugged that semi in front of me, remaining in his tracks and listening to hubby’s navigational instructions. I was thrilled when the trucker took the 205, and 200 ft at a time, I got home. It was, for us, a road often traveled, but this time, truly a road less traveled.
You just have to trust the next 200 ft. will unfold the way it’s meant to be. I learned that as fearful as I might have been at the moment I knew I had to get us home in snow, I remembered that life is truly, an adventure. I hope your holidays are filled with wonderful lessons.