It Really Is About The Journey
Vibes, The White Lotus and the Transformative Potential of Lingering in Limbo
This summer, my annual flee from my birthday blues took me to Ontario’s Niagara region, a valley of rolling green hills dotted with wineries and fruit orchards. Without many obvious must-see attractions, my days took on a routine of choosing a destination—a restaurant or waterfall for example—and then loosely heading in that direction. I’d resist the urge to check Google Maps, with an intention to just “explore,” but then end up frustrated if I found myself way off course hours later. If I didn’t make it to said destination, I felt disappointed; like I’d wasted my day.
Was the purpose of my trip to see some small waterfall? To eat at a modestly rated restaurant? No. So why did I feel so defeated if I didn’t get to them? I needed the structure and purpose that pursuing a destination offered, to give my days meaning; to say I’d seen something upon my return.