My favorite path is the one that leads to the family cottage. As a child I can remember how excruciating the one hour ride was to get to the cottage. Riding in the backseat of a station wagon with your sister and no more than a Rubix cube to occupy your time could be brutal. (Much more brutal for my poor little sister) My parents exhibited amazing patience and tolerance to the constant “are we there yet” and “Stop It! You are annoying me” going on in the back seat. It’s amazing how quickly all of the pent-up frustrations would go away as soon as we turned onto this path. The path leads to the cottage and it means you have arrived. I don’t want to rush my life anymore. Life is too short, but I can’t help but wonder sometimes, “Are we there yet”?