“Not there yet” just popped into my head, as the title for today’s post.
Next thought, there: Are We There Yet? is yet another tune I adore, by Pat Metheny and Lyle Mays.
(That YouTube video is there yet)
I am not there yet, regarding:
- my new and breezy snooze-atron/Sandman “Sam”/CPAP machine. In other words, Continuous Positive Airway Pressure is just not there yet, while I’m sleeping. I may need a different mask.
- my capacity to whole-heartedly accept and believe compliments (and other positives) and to not fear envy (and other perceived dangers). Yet, there’s obvious progress there.
- the Fringe Festival in Edinburgh. My son and I are leaving on a jet plane for Scotland, in mid-August.
- my ability to respond back to people — here and elsewhere — quickly and perfectly. I’m not there yet and I never will be.
I may not be there yet, regarding all those things (and more), but …
I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
And I’m glad I’m there, because many I love are there, too.
Here are some photos from where I was, yesterday:
Are we there yet?
Thanks to all, no matter where you are.