Are we there yet?

I find that I am a very destination-oriented person. I expect to have everything figured out some day. Seemingly, I truly believe this. That things will be easier, that I will have more answers. Maybe I'll be happier. Maybe I'll have more money. I forget that the journey, which is right now and right now and right now, happens all the time. To put it in terms for me to understand, maybe each moment is just a destination. A minute stop on the road. Truly changing and accepting a different way to look at things is very difficult for me. I've thought time and time again about different philosophies or ways of thinking but not fully immersed myself in the thoughts. It's like I dabble a little, tasting briefly and then tasting something else and then going back to what's comfortable. Why is that so easy? Maybe I'm afraid to really taste them: either with such a strong dislike of the flavours or maybe afraid of really enjoying the tastes. Maybe not ready to taste them.

Fear what is that anyway? Limiting beliefs. Wouldn't it be nice to be in a place where I wasn't afraid to do things? There it is again the final destination where at the end the is some miraculous flowery meadow of good answers. What does that look like? Answers such as: turn left, higher temperatures needed, bring the extra fleece. Maybe some affirmations in that field too: I'm pretty enough, I have good brains, people like me. That flowery field sure is covered with snow right now. Maybe if I wait until spring, it'll be exposed and flourishing.