Ever experienced a realisation that you have, in fact, long ago achieved a goal, but you just hadn’t recognised it?
In the past two weeks I have had seven flights. Well, actually, I’m writing this on my seventh flight!
First I flew from Brisbane to Melbourne, then from Melbourne to Brisbane. Then Brisbane to Proserpine, then Proserpine to Brisbane. Then Brisbane to Melbourne, Melbourne to Sydney, and now I’m travelling from Sydney to Brisbane. Seven flights in two weeks!
And I have another two flights scheduled for next week …
I probably sent my parents crazy with my constant “Are we there yet?”
And so was born in me the desire to get to places quickly, and that meant flying. I dreamt about being wealthy enough to fly. To get there quickly. To cover vast distances.
On one of my recent flights, I think somewhere between Brisbane and Proserpine, I had a revelation.
I’ve achieved my goal of flying instead of driving. I don’t remember the last time I had a long road trip. Instead, I just hop on a plane and off I go.
In fact, I fly so often now that I’m dreaming up a new goal. I want to get there quicker, with no hanging around airports, so I’m really believing in some new amazing space travel! A private jet would do in the meantime though. Or a helicopter …