Hello there, you miserable naysayer,
I’ve been home for almost two weeks and I’ve been wondering where you are. You’ve been very quiet (not like your usual ankle-kicking, dream-squishing self) and, for that, I’m grateful. I do realise that you’re waiting to jump out and yell, “No!” and “You can’t!” when I’m least expecting you to. Before that day comes, I have a few things to say to you:
At the end of my Chicago trip, I sat down in my seat in First Class (upgraded, yeah!) and BANG – an epiphany hit me, smack between the eyes. I had arrived in Chicago in economy class, not quite comfortable and, frankly, one of the little people. I was flying out like a BIG DEAL, in first class. It felt like a message – permission to dream big.
I laughed inwardly at my precociousness as I took out my iPad case. As I opened it, out fluttered a voucher for a free copy of “APE – How to publish a book”, by a little-known daddypreneur (What? It’s okay for the world to say ‘mumpreneur’, so bite me…) named Guy Kawasaki. I think it’s LOVELY that he can use his little online journaling hobby to keep his brain ticking! Oh, incidentally, he describes himself as “Author. Publisher. Entrepreneur.” Hmmm. Maybe I misjudged him. Just a little.
A glaringly clear sign perhaps?
I smiled, sat back and waited for the flight to commence and listened intently as the air crew reminded me that it is of utmost importance to always put my own oxygen mask on first. Clearly they knew, deep down, that I had forgotten that tidbit and yes, I had neglected to give myself anything first lately. Good advice, American Airlines, thank you.
The engines started to growl, the plane picked up speed and we began to taxi down the runway. With white knuckles and a flip-flopping tummy, I relished the dangerous-yet-delicious thrill of taking off. I was flying.
Looking out of the window, the world suddenly made sense. I could see the whole picture laid out beneath me, the city’s strange twists and turns now suddenly making perfect sense. I realised that what I was feeling was a sensation brand-new to me: Peace. Contentment. Satisfaction.
I closed my eyes and inhaled, deeply and slowly. I silently uttered a thousand expressions of gratitude. I acknowledged Michelle, WIfe and Mummy as three distinctly different parts of myself. They agreed to give each other respect, space and time. I allowed myself to allow them all in – knowing coexistence will be tough. I’m okay with tough.
I opened my eyes to steal another look at the world laid out, map-like below me, inwardly guffawing as I imagined the giant “X” that might mark out the exact spot where my riches would be hidden.
What I was presented with instead was an endless carpet of clouds, so dense that they obscured everything below. They continued for as far as the eye could see. It was whimsical, surreal and perfect. It was the landscape of all my dreams. X marks the spot. Bingo – my dreams are my treasures.
Ka-ching! It’s time to cash in on those buried riches. I have nothing to lose . After all, I have a never-ending treasure trove and an appetite that’s ready to begin plundering.
Adieus, my old friend. It’s time for you to move on. I’m no longer interested in ‘NO”,
With no regrets and a hungry belly,
(Writer. Entrepreneur. Dream Realiser.)