To Philly, We Go

I am going to Philadelphia this weekend for a tennis tournament, but the truth is I already won. Not the tournament necessarily because you can't control that no matter how hard you prepare or how well you play, but you win by getting in the car and driving toward the unknown. You win by stopping by the Rocky stairs, running up them, and getting coffee at an old spot in the city. 

Life isn't all about results, and when you reflect on good memories, they're rarely an outcome you go back to. It's usually some funny, useless thing that happened at a truck stop along the highway. 

I want to ensure I enjoy the journey, so I check myself often. Honestly, it's not me that gets antsy along the way but my ego. He'll remind me of everything I "should" accomplish. The ego is just an insecure little bitch, but he's not a bad guy. You kind of need him, like an annoying friend who reminds the group that you have a dinner reservation at 7PM. Sure, he may be annoying, but the ego isn't all bad if you want to eat. 

It's your job to stay balanced, though. Goals are great, but don't be so hard on yourself if you miss them a couple of times. As long as you are alive and have a dream, the goals don't go anywhere, but the memories in between do fade away forever.