As we are getting on the tarmac and the engines of the plane start winding up, I feel excitement. I love when we take off, my body being pushed in the seat because of the pressure created by the high speed. I have a big smile on my face. I love when the plane turns. I think it must be fun to be a pilot.
As we are flying over lighted cities, just above some light clouds, I start thinking what else brings me this sense of excitement and where it could be coming from…
The first thing that comes to mind is my experience in one of my friends muscle car. Oh my! That was pretty exciting too. He really enjoyed seeing my grin as he was accelerating. I also remember as a child being in those cars with adults and feeling their excitement, sense of control and pride. I even remember that a gas pedal was a chromed barefoot. It must be where I got my urge to drive a manual car. Cuz’ with a standard you can accelerate faster and feel in control of your car. Yes I love speed.
Where else does it translate in my life? Well, when I start a project, a journey, I want it all to unfold quickly, in a controlled fashion. Does it happen that way? Rarely. And it used to frustrate me sooo much. Now I’m realizing that it’s probably better that way. Life has a certain wisdom. Would I have really been ready to speak in front of 2000 people as I was visualizing it, right after my LifeSuccess Consultant training? Definitely not. I would have been really nervous and overwhelmed. Instead I’ve been preparing myself with smaller speaking engagements to become a world-class speaker.
I also remember that when my kids were babies I thought that they weren’t growing up fast enough. That I would be stuck in that high demand period forever. And even though my mom was telling me that before long they would be teenagers, it was hard to grasp that concept. Lately I look at them, now almost 16 and 14, and I can’t get over how quickly it has gone by, in a way. It’s weird to look at them, taller than me. Where as time flied by?
I’m learning to slow down and appreciate the moment. And it’s sometimes strange. I feel like I’m looking at someone else, because this “Relax!“ mode was so foreign to me, not so long ago. A friend of mine even complimented me on my slower pace, saying that it was a nice change from my tight and busy schedule that was my lifestyle not even a year ago.
What brought that change about? My being tired and realizing that I was trying to keep up with my husband. He is adrenaline driven and I could only keep up with that speed so long before crashing down, energy less. And lately I heard that unlike men adrenaline depletes women’s energy and leaves us exhausted. Tada! That’s why I couldn’t keep up! I was yet again trying to do things in a manly fashion. Just like when I crave that speed with a car or on a plane. I want to feel that I have power and that I’m in control. But what do we really control besides our mind? Nothing. So speed and control are both illusions.
As we are starting the landing approach I become aware that slowing down requires more control. Just like in life.
Is it easier to catch all the balls life throws at us or to only catch the important ones and dodge the rest? It’s sound lest exhausting to me…
I understand now that I need to find a model of success achieved in a womanly fashion, making very good money and being highly respected. Any suggestions?