Blurred by a bubble

Today our daughter, son-in-law and their two girls are somewhere on top of the earth flying from Hong Kong to Toronto after a six-month employer assignment. While I’ve done the top-of-the-world flights a few times, fifteen hours is fifteen hours no matter how many time zones you go through or from which direction. By the end of the flight, life is a blur because you’ve been in this high speed bubble about fourteen hours too long and like this little boy, no matter how fast you go, it’s still a blur until time catches up. While I don’t envy Troy and Kim as they emerge from the Air Canada bubble with two realllly tired little girls, it will be great to have them back.

But think about it, aren’t we all in a bubble of some kind? How do we deal with it? Do we let it blur our vision or the vision others have of us? Do we keep running faster and faster hoping the bubble will get bigger, or do we try and outrun the bubble hoping it will eventually burst, and we will emerge unharmed on the other side? Are you trapped in a high-speed bubble that just won’t let go? Is time catching up with your bubble? When your bubble finally breaks, will anyone recognize you? Perhaps it’s time to think about the real you.