Autopilot

Lately I've kind of felt like I was in a rut or funk. It hit home last week when I was driving to Fairfax and realized that I wasn't even thinking. This isn't the first time I've thought this way. I've noticed it before, but I really noticed it that night when I thought, wow, I wonder if my car would just go there if I didn't steer it in that direction. Obviously it would not, but I just kind of felt like I was going through the motions of living. Don't get me wrong, I have a great life, a great job, great friends and family, a great church, and an awesome Heavenly Father. But every now and then I think am I doing enough, am I doing too much, am I not doing at all. Am I just wading through this place we call earth until God calls me home (which at 27 can be a long way off or can be tomorrow...who knows)? Am I missing something? Is there an adventure or leap of faith that I should be taking but can't quite put my finger on it? Life really is too short to have regrets, which is why I try to live my life without them. It's not easy, but at least I try. But, every now and then I get this urge to just get in my car and go somewhere I've never been...To mark one more thing off that mental list I have of things to do or see before I die. Time and money constraints and obligations tend to bring me back to reality, but I always know that deep inside of me it's still there. For now, I suppose I'll just stay in this rut and look forward to whatever or whomever will bring me out of it.