I’ve been told it is a pessimistic way of looking at things. I prefer to think of it as realistic, predictive and placing the emphasis on journey and not destination:
“It is better to travel hopefully than to arrive.” How many times, post-mortem, have I had the opportunity to intone this nugget of gracious disappointment after having enjoyed thinking about doing or getting or being, only to find it did not live up to the hype or that entropy or fate did a number on my imaginings and expectations.
So saying, I am setting out to travel hopefully: to Seattle.
This will be our destination. From there, my daughter and I will make a big loop around the rim of the Olympic Peninsula. I have a long list of parks, preserves, beaches, forests, wildlife areas, lodges and such to peruse, thanks to focus provided just yesterday by my Seattle-raised friend, Sean. (I’m open to other area must-see suggestions, so don’t be shy!)
All the details remain to be worked out. But meanwhile, I’m enjoying thinking about enjoying being there, with no small investment in the notion that being there will be the best part, after all.