I stayed up waay too late last night..so this morning I allowed myself a few extra moments in my snuggly bed and turned on the TV just in time to hear the local weatherman say that “if you run outside you can see the International Space Station fly by in our clear morning sky.”
Tired or not, I love this kinda stuff..so I hauled my old self out from under the covers, whipped on my morning coat and scurried out the door…
…and there it was like a big, bright star smoothly, silently (quickly) slipping through the heavens. I wondered who was up there.
Are these just extraordinary people doing extraordinary things..or regular people like me who had big, huge dreams..”normal” people who tapped into the resources they needed both outside of themselves and deep inside to muster up what was necessary to realize their life’s ambitions?
Over the holidays, I read a fascinating book called “Hillbilly-Eligy” that has me thinking deeply about “success and failure”- what it actually means and how
we as humans are in a constant struggle to break away from the gravitational pull of our own lesser selves.
How is it that a person can tap into the commitment and motivation needed to push him or herself through the long, difficult journey to become an astronaut when I struggle just to get myself down the road to the gym?