Are We There Yet?

Flying home to Alabama for Christmas gave me pause to reflect on how I’ve changed my way of thinking when it comes to traveling or reaching a destination. Prior to my spiritual awakening three and a half years ago, I was that type that asked “How much longer ’til we get there?”, skipping out on all of the nuances along the way. Not anymore: I soak up the whole experience.

If I had retreated to my old ways on this recent holiday trip, I would’ve missed out on a long list of things, starting with a kind offer from a friend who drove me to the Palm Springs airport for my departure. I would’ve paid no mind to the whiff of my mother’s Perry Ellis perfume as I hugged her neck when she picked me up at the Montgomery airport. I would’ve ignored one of my late grandmother’s handmade quilts that adorned the bed that awaited me at my mother’s house. I wouldn’t have savored the five slices (okay, maybe it was six) of my mother’s homemade red velvet cake. I wouldn’t have experienced the joy of being a kid again with my three-year-old second cousins (see photo below). I wouldn’t have noticed the “Rudolph” wrapping paper that covered several of the packages that I received. I wouldn’t have glanced up in awe at the starlight sky as we drove my Great Aunt Rose back to her home after dinner. And, my mother and I wouldn’t have shared a Christmas Eve viewing of my late grandmother’s favorite, “The Sound of Music,” which just happened to be on TV.

Then, there was the return flight to Palm Springs on Christmas Day. If I had succumbed to the “just-get-me-there” routine, I would have missed out on the breakfast of a fluffy omelet and cheese grits at the Waffle House (there aren’t any Waffle Houses in California…or many places to get grits for that matter). I wouldn’t have heard the flight attendant, dressed in complete elf attire, croon “Sleigh Ride” over the plane’s PA system. I wouldn’t have cared about seeing the plaque just inside my connecting Alaska Airlines’ jet that heralded the company’s support of the Make-A-Wish Foundation for terminally-ill children. And, I wouldn’t have loved being tackled by my dog’s enthusiasm as I returned to my home.

What sounds more exciting? The fact I flew to Alabama for Christmas or, the before, during and after details mentioned above? I opt for the latter. Not, just for this trip, but for each day, each project or each experience.

I share this mantra with my intuitive consultation clients. When I receive visions and messages regarding opportunities during a session, clients often want me to spill all the beans – like exactly when and how soon something will happen or exactly who is involved. All very fair and natural questions. First of all, I’m never guaranteed as to what level of details I receive or perceive. And, there are reasons why. We are here in our current physical lives to grow and learn. If everything was handed to us pre-made, we’d all live dull existences. So, instead I encourage my clients to be aware of certain opportunities that are coming or that are in the works, and enjoy or participate in the process – even if at times the process may appear challenging or flat-out difficult. It’s all about our individual expansions. My work continues as I assist clients in understanding of how to get the most out of the process.

Life’s a journey. Try shifting from “Are we there yet?” to “What a ride!”

Love and light,


Being a kid again with my second cousins

10 thoughts on “Are We There Yet?

  1. Kenny Cassady

    Ditto! I like to call it the “be here now” philosophy. Live in the moment and experience all that it has to offer. Thanks for sharing, Tony.

    1. Tony Post author

      I like that philosophy, Kenny! Be a part of the present, and that can include creating or manifesting your future (since the past, present and future are all aligned).

  2. LInda

    Hi Tony
    The description you wrote of your trip home was wonderful. And it reminded me of something too. The way you described in detail the things you noticed, heard, smelled etc. reminded me of being a kid, how life experiences as a child seemed so vivid, and how I seemed to notice so much more detail than I do now. Sometimes as an adult it’s hard not to feel rushed or hurried to meet deadlines or just meet everyday responsibilities. But I find that even in those times, when I remember to remind myself to just slow down, things always seem to have a better flow. Why is everyone in such a hurry anyway?

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