There’s nothing like an airport to give you space to reflect on life and time and your place in it. One of my favorite moments is just before boarding a plane. I’m writing this post from gate 137 at Tocumen airport in Panama, surrounded by fellow travelers. Waiting at the gate is the perfect metaphor for the journey of life.
Pieces of the human story playing out before you.
Greetings and goodbyes.
Tongues from around the world.
Characters from every walk of life.
New adventures on the horizon.
The airport is limbo.
Once you enter, you’ve already left your country of origin.
But you’re not yet at your destination.
You belong to nowhere and no one.
It’s the space between an inhalation and an exhalation.
A physical and mental waiting room between past and future.
A breath between the experiences you’ve overcome and the unknown that lay before you.
Today, Writer, wherever you are, I urge you to take a pause, a breath.
Create your own bubble of solitude.
Dig out all of your writing.
Look back at your old work.
Then sit with the writer you are now.
Appreciate how far you’ve come.
Then let go of the past and step forward into the unknown with curiosity and anticipation.
Write your next new thing.
Your next better thing.