Inner Dialogue

Sometimes it is too easy to focus on what is right in front of you instead of looking around and seeing the big picture. On my drive to Ridgecrest twice a week, I could be looking at the tumbleweeds and barren ground instead of the glorious silouettes of the majestic Sierra Nevadas. I could be only seeing dust and rocks and Joshua trees and entirely miss the rainbow of colors in the mountains, skies, and landscape. I could spend 3 hours each way mumbling about the awful drive, complaining about dumb drivers on the road and wishing I was somewhere else. Instead I choose to focus on the quiet time I get to think, the books on CD I am listening to, the music on the radio. In either scenario, the drive isn't any different. The scenery isn't any different. What is different is my attitude and my choice to focus on the big picture instead of worrying about the little stuff. Life is all about choices, isn't it?