Tuesday, June 19, 2007
I know it exists--I've been there! (OKay, so it was 1983, but I *WAS* there!!) But I haven't been back there since, almost 25 years. I was a senior in high school, and I felt FAT and unloved. How odd it is that all this time later I would KILL to be that size again!!
So why is it that every time I take that journey toward ONEderland that I have to take all these stupid side trips to places I DON'T WANT TO GO?? Why can't I stay on track? Am I scared that ONEderland is no longer that great of a place? Is it because I'm scared to find out all of my problems will NOT be solved? Do I think it is just too hard to get there? Is it because I'm forced to go on foot as opposed to taking a jet, and I'm just too impatient and want to get there NOW???
Why can I not just ENJOY the journey and focus less on the destination?