This is part of my hypothesis–that curiosity provides the path to growth AND the way to enjoy the journey.
It was almost two years ago now that my mother, my brother, and I went off on a Family Road Trip to Our Roots, which involved driving through parts of Germany where two of us had never been and none of us had ever driven before. The traveling was pretty stressful along roads we didn’t know, in fast-moving heavy traffic, in a rental car we didn’t know either. No matter how often I reminded myself, in the words of Michel de Montaigne, “It is the journey not the arrival that matters” I couldn’t enjoy the journey. I was completely wrapped up in getting safely where we were going. (Truth is, I’m not sure any of us enjoyed the journey, not even my usually curiosity-gifted brother.)
I may never achieve the perfect River or existential sort of curiosity, but I do think that if I could enjoy the journey more, well, I would at least enjoy the journey. To do that, though, takes a big dose of curiosity, a kind of keeping the eyes simply open without too clear a target, a welcoming attitude to what comes as an experience.
Something for me to keep in mind as I progress through this week and beyond.