The other day, while driving, I looked down to see that I officially hit the 99,000 mile mark. Wow. I bought that car new. The odometer was as close to zero as it could be when I drove off the lot and hit the road.
And this got me thinking. Where have I gone in 99,000 miles?
Theoretically, if there were a bridge that spanned the entire circumference of the globe, I could have circled the Earth almost 4 times. The distance across the U.S. is about 3,000 miles. Meaning, I could have crossed the States 33 times. And yet, I didn’t do any of that. I mean, yes, it is rather impossible to drive a car across the ocean, so imagining I could have circled the Earth 4 times is kinda silly. But still. 33 trips across the States would have been nothing to scoff at.
And actually, I didn’t even make it across once. So what did I do?
The sad truth is, I spent most of those miles traveling to and from work. And I don’t mean to say it’s sad. I mean, I had a job, the pay was good, I bought things, I went places, I built a community around me. And I pretty much stayed in my comfortable neighborhood. Yes, I took the occasional road trip. I drove to Vegas to visit my family. I drove up the California coast. I even took a few drives to Seattle and back. Nothing to scoff at either.
But seeing those numbers and wondering where it was I had been in 99,000 miles got me thinking. It got me thinking that I could stand to be more present in my days. I got me thinking that perhaps I wouldn’t be wondering where I had gone if only I had paid attention. It got me thinking that, just maybe, I should be more deliberate about what I do with the next 99,000 miles of my life. (I know, that’s a lot of thinking for an odometer reading.)
In reality, sometimes days are just days and miles are just miles. And I get that. But it’s also true that your life is what you make of it, your reality is yours to design. And I fully intend to make these next miles seriously count. Where will I go? Will I road trip across the States? Will I ditch the damn car for a plane ticket and some freedom in another country? I don’t know the answer to that yet. Here’s what I do know: The next 99,000 miles — they’re bound to be good.