As I await to get to Chicago — the city that is likely to become an unexpected overnight stopover in my journey toward Des Moines — I realized I don’t quite know how to feel.
My emotions are often muted, with the exception of joy and curiosity. Now, however, I feel excited, frustrated, a little bit angry, tired, awake, in slight pain from the pressure of flying, and most likely other emotions that lie deeper.
I have resigned hope to reaching my destination today, but that is okay. The question is: what do I do with the journey next?