A guy with a whole lotsa fame to his name, Justin Bonello, looked me in the eyes this week and asked, “Aren’t you scared?” I had to think about it for a minute, and then I said “no.” It shocked me that I said no, I didn’t want to say no, and suddenly I got a little scared that I wasn’t scared. I wanted to say, “Getting ready to meet you, Mr. Superstar, had me shakin’ in my boots far more than the thought of moving to Burundi.”
I should be scared, for cryin’ out loud, I’m moving my kids to the middle of nowhere Africa… but I’m not. Maybe I need a slap in the face (please don’t). I don’t think it’s because I am extra brave or anything, but the truth is… I am scared not to go.
What would happen if we didn’t follow our dreams and just stayed in a place that was comfortable for us? I think that we would die a slow death. Risk is worth it, if it’s in pursuit of a dream that makes you “tick”. We were made for this, meant for this, we belong there. It doesn’t scare me, but the honest truth is… it totally overwhelms me. Right now I find myself unable to face the packing, the decisions, the “what to bring” lists, and the uncertainty of the months ahead. I’m tired and right now, it feels like too much for my heart to handle. I just want all the boxes packed, the goodbyes said, and the move finished…
…and I want French to somehow inject itself into my brain and stick there, magically!
Luckily for me I have three men in my life, two of them tiny, that make me follow rule #6 from The Art of Possibility (on my top 10 list for best reads of all time). What’s rule #6 you ask? Well, it’s “Quit taking yourself so damn seriously.” What are the other rules you want to know? There aren’t any.
This afternoon I am hoping to apply rule #6 and have a little fun in “the now” just like we did on the beach last week…
Luv,
me
