As my plane landed last night, a sinking feeling began to grow in my stomach. A sinking feeling that it was over; that our vacation was coming to a close, and reality would tuck away all of the good things in life until the next time we hit the beach. And a sinking feeling that I'd never leave again, forgetting that I'm lucky enough to have another trip planned two weeks from now.
How do our brains have a way of making everything so final sometimes?
Today sitting at my desk, I had to remind myself there will always be a next new big thing. That just because one event, one experience, one day is over, it does not mean that there won't be an even better one to follow. There will always be something to look forward to, no matter how small. In fact, life isn't always about the big things. It's about the anxious feeling of cracking open a new notebook on the first day of class. It's about the dizzy laughter you share over crisp white wine on the first days of summer. It's about the hugs you get walking through the door back home.
Life's landscape is not a steady climb, but a jagged, twisting path dipping into valleys and soaring to the peaks above the clouds. The best climbers understand that there is just as much beauty in the valley as there is from the top.