Time for a quick airport blog? Go on then!

I don’t know what’s more important. Where you are or where you are going. This is probably a simple question, I’ve never really thought about it.  Now I’ve thought about it, the answer is where you are going. Things may seem comfortable where you are, and if you’re lucky, then you’ve arrived. Where we are going, whether we like it or not is the future and then looking for a comfortable place to sit down and have a cup of tea. That’s my imaginary happy place. And it’s good to remember that the moment doesn’t last for long. I could have another cup, and then it really is time to think of something else to do.

There’s the saying about not being the destination being important, but the journey. That may be true when you’re younger, but it’s leaving things to chance, which again is much better when you’re younger.

The direction of travel is what we want to know, or not if you really don’t want to know. Maybe you want a surprise, or maybe the future doesn’t look good. Do something now!

I haven’t asked the Who am I, how did I get here, what’s the meaning of life question. I don’t need to. I know who I am, and I don’t care how I got here.

At the moment, I look like just another traveller with a work laptop writing emails. The corporate laptop I’m using may have a key logger recording my every word. I wouldn’t be surprised if it did. Anyway, this is personal development time to reflect and work out my next move.

Location, location, location. Where am I? How do I feel right now? Do I have everything to move on?

It’s easy not to ask questions of yourself. Other people will, so I suppose its good practice to do it to yourself. What do I need to do today? How can I improve today? When’s my next cup of tea?

The thing is, that I don’t really drink tea…..to be completed.

Waiting to board now and will be busy tying away on the flight. Direction of travel in this case is very important. It the personal journey that’s important. The location helps, but is just window dressing.

I’ve just explained to the lady in the seat next to me that my typing isn’t work. I feel I really needed to explain that.

I’ve lost my train of thought. Or perhaps my plane of thought. Writing this is the easy thing to do, and not the important thing to do. On the other hand, it may be the right thing to do. I feel better, and I know what my plans are today. These plans are all about where I’m planning to go. Not all the way, but a direction towards many more metaphorical cups of tea.