You have arrived
Are we there yet? This was the kids’ vacation mantra, which kind of morphed into the suggestive adult saying , ‘Are we having fun yet?’ And really, that means ‘No.’
The actual song by Fatboy Slim, ominously titled ‘Are We Having Fun Yet?’ was my cardio gym music in my earlier days as a body-beautiful aspirant. I was on a winning streak, and the question above the throbbing beat made me believe that fun comes to those who work hard at their skills and/or physiques.
But actually I am having fun without going on holiday. And I’ve held onto the gym but it’s a challenge.
I never really asked my dad when we would see the sea because I always knew it was there, just over the horizon where the land ended and my dreams began. I’m a bad traveler but a gracious guest.
And I think that, sadly, folks who try too hard to love every minute of their foreign experience are the ones with the imposter complexes. I just try to feel settled at home. So if you stay in one place, you never have to ask, ‘Are we there yet?’
You are there. You have arrived. You arrived when you were born. You are welcome.