The Journey
Almost all off us start off on a journey of some sort at
some time in our lives. These journeys are similar to each other in that they
have a beginning and they have an end. Although our journeys fall within these
specifications they have the potential to very greatly. Some journeys might be
in pursuit of an actual location like Disneyland, France, or the top of Table
Rock. Other journeys might be in pursuit of a goal like developing a talent,
losing weight, or overcoming a habit. Well our journey is in pursuit of getting
around-to-it.
The Beginning
A journey of a
thousand miles begins with one step.
Our journey to get around-to-it began on the day we got
married. We took that very first, rather large, step towards our future
together. This was an extremely exciting day full of hope and excitement just
as most first step into journeys are.
Now let me
explain where this idea of getting around-to-it came from. When we first go
married there were a lot of little things that we needed to get done along with
a lot of big things. We had presents to unpack and put away, thank you cards to
write, pictures to hang, the list seemed to go on and on. Along with all of
these things we had classes to attend, homework to complete, and callings to
fulfill.
During this time I would often find myself saying, “I
haven’t got around to it.” After hearing this statement from me on multiple
occasions my mom stated telling me that she really needed to get me
a-round-to-it so that I could get around to all of these things I needed to do.
On one particular day she even cut me out a circular piece of paper with
a-round-to-it written on it. I still laugh when I think about this but it has
also got me thinking.
The End
So I have come up with the end goal of our journey to get around-to-it.
The pursuit is to get around-to-it. It is as simple and as complicated as that.
“It,” is a rather broad statement so this journey will not likely be over until
our time here is up but in the end our goal is to be able to say that we got
around-to-it, that we truly lived this life to the fullest and there is nothing
else left that we haven’t gotten around to.
In the words of Sister Hinckley:
“I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny
sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed,
and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.
I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.
I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.
I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.”
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.
I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.
I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.
I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.”
Feel free to take a look at our blog to see how we are coming in our
pursuit to get around-to-it.
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