Once, when I was traveling through Phoenix, I stepped onto the airport shuttle bus in the middle of a conversation between the driver and an elderly lady. (When I try to picture the driver today, I think of Morgan Freeman, but I’m sure they look nothing alike.)
The lady was asking: “Is it far?”
And the driver responded in this beautiful, smoky old voice, with: “That depend’ on where you’re comin’ from.”
So true. Sometimes my destination seems far away. A project looks like it will never get done. But then I look back at how far I’ve come, this year, or in 10 years, or in 25 years, and the perspective shifts. I’ve come a long way, baby. I have been through stuff I thought I’d never survive. I worked on projects that took months and never seemed to end (until the day they finally did).
How far do I have yet to go? Quite a ways.
But I know I can get there. After all, I’ve come this far.