I wrote this last Sunday:
It’s Been A Big Week
I’ve taken some risks.
If you have been following along then you know my last few years were—let’s say, difficult.
I fell into a trap.
The “maybe I can’t do this or that” for whatever reason.
This disbelief in myself.
I forgot about all I had accomplished in my life. And not only that, but my thoughts were maybe I didn’t deserve this or that.
That’s bull donkey.
When you suffer great illness you can start to think and feel like you are limited by your own abilities.
And again, screw that.
I have to dust off the disbelief and trust I deserve whatever my heart desires.
I had been hem-hawing around for years whether I should go back to a real job or not.
Then, last week, I dared to believe.
I started sending my resume to manufacturers. A job I haven’t done in over thirty years.
Amazingly enough, they were still willing to give me a shot.
Even knowing my health history and the fact my experience was before my new boss was even alive.
Crazy, right?
When you get older you already have this thought; maybe I’m too old to do this?
And when your health is questionable, it’s an even bigger thought.
The result you ask?
I got the job.
I start Monday.
And then, I took another leap.
My car I drove for Uber the last few years was nice, but had turned over 300,000 miles earlier this year.
I didn’t think I could sell it. Who would want a car with that kind of mileage?
I was wrong.
As it turns out about 35 people offered me more than I thought I could get for the car.
Yesterday morning I sold the car and two hours later I drove away in a 2026 Camry with 13,000 miles.
It was a steal of a deal. More than I deserved.
Crazy!
All it took was a dare to believe.
Today, I’m eating Waffle House about to hit the road for a little drive time.
Destination?
Nowhere.
What did I find?
Some confidence.
Peace.
Hope.
Rain.
And a little windshield time watching the miles fly by.
It’s been a great week.
I want more.
How did the job go?
Great.
I’m a little sore. After all the parts I was loading were 35 lbs each.
It’s a good sore.
Earned.
Crazy right?
A guy with a rare muscle disease still able to do this…
I’m amazing.
I did it.
Continue the journey:
Another story about taking risks, stepping outside your comfort zone, and believing you’re capable of more. Book Smart or Street Smart?
