Many people are very comfortable in their safe places. We drive along our life road and keep our safe place in the rear view mirror while navigating the road at or below the speed limit. Then there are the ‘rest’ of us. We take chances in business and life that can be interpreted as risky by family members, friends and business associates.
In my family there are 4 siblings – 3 brothers and myself. That in itself was a risk – or at least at times to me! Two of us have normal 8-5 jobs in the corporate world. The other two have left that world and become business owners. We drive the more scenic route of live. Why is it that two of us have chosen this path? I am not sure, except that we have a passion for working for ourselves and all of the experiences that may bring to our lives. It is not necessarily the safe way.
I think we all need a passion to keep us alive, vibrant, and our brain fully functioning for a long time. Recently, however, my outlook was challenged on this attitude.
My husband had purchased an ultralight plane in 2005, against my strict NO! So, we had this yellow craft in the garage where my car and motorcycle should be. BTW – I hate yellow. My husband had just recovered from falling off our camper roof, shattering his heel, and being laid up for about 3 months.
Well, to make a long story short – he ends ups crashing his plane – straight down from about 100′. Thank God, he did walk away from this – even the doctors were amazed. After a surgery to repair his right wrist and left foot – he was again laid up for about 3 months. The blessing here? I work from home and it eased a lot of stress about who would help him out. The curse here? I work from home and I am not a good nurse.
Recently, we crossed this intersection again. He wanted a plane. We had many discussions about this and the fact that we had just gotten back on our feet from the medical bills. I was not supportive. Not at all. Then, I changed my mind.
Everyone needs a passion to feel alive. I know this. My work is a passion of mine and I love it. Realizing this, I consented to the purchase of the plane – and it is a cute little thing. Looks like a dragonfly and it is blue. I like blue.
The change in my husband was dramatic – he spends hours and hours working on this plane and figuring out how to put the wings on more easily so his 5′2″ wife does not have to pretend to be a 6′ male to help.
The moral of the story? Are you one of these people who drive cautiously down the road of life always with the safe place in the rear view mirror? Afraid of what other people will think or say, if you drive off the highway onto the more scenic road to follow your passion? By not following the path you long for, you will never reach out into the unkown and touch your dreams. If you are being held to the speed limit by your safe place in the rear view mirror – take that baby off! Expand your road map and reach for those dreams. There will be lots of people along that road to wave a thumbs up as you go by.
