The business trip was pretty much a waste of time. I did have ten total hours of driving to really think about stuff. Stuff is the word for it. I thought about a lot of STUFF!
One of the things I thought about is how history tends to repeat itself. I also thought about how some things in life are a sure thing, like sunrise and sunset, death, and life. I thought about how something so simple like the sunrise and sunset are truly miracles. To imagine how something so simple is actually one of the most powerful things out there. I thought about life and death and the universe we live in. I believe in a higher power. We couldn't be here if there wasn't. To think about how small we really are is almost overwhelming. Little people in a huge universe. Why? How?
I obviously had too much time to think. I enjoyed the drive though. I stuck in my favorite tunes and didn't have a care in the world. Looking out my car windows at how green the pastures were and how the sunlight would hit the sparkling ponds in those pastures. Wheat fields for miles and miles, as far as the eye could see. I love the hills and the remote houses built on the hills out in the middle of nowhere. I love passing sleepy little towns, wondering about the people who live there and what kind of lives they have. I loved the drive.
Now I am back to reality, and I almost hate it. I miss the quiet time and the thoughts of what could be. Reality says get back to work, you have a house payment, car payment, and bills to pay. You have to develop those around you to become better workers, as this is part of your job. Why me? I ask that question quite often. I am tired. I need rest. Not sleep. Rest.