Life’s Expectations
While driving down from the Summit of Haleakala the other day, Jill asked me if my life had turned out the way I had expected.
“I don’t know,” I told her. “There one thing I do know, I don’t have any regrets about how it has turned out.”
The rest of the drive down and the next couple of days afterward, I pondered Jill’s question and thought of this one thing I thought my life would be like when I grew up:
I am able to buy an annual National Parks pass and use it without incurring the “status” penalty.
