As long as I can remember, I have had big plans for what I would do . . . when I grow up.
Some things were about my status. I would be President of the United States. I would be a Dallas Cowboy wide receiver. I would be a rock star. Those dreams went by the wayside when I realized that I actually had to invest time and energy to get them done. Oddly, given my lack of physical prowess and musical ability, the only one that was actually even possible was being President. I said “possible,” not “plausible.”
Other things did happen. I married Nancy. I had a family. I became a lawyer.
But as I celebrate yet another milestone birthday, I realize that the “grown-up goals” from the last decade were of a different weave. And, as I look back on the last ten years, I can see that many of the things that I thought would naturally happen as I became older and more mature simply have failed to materialize.
In the last few years, I have learned a lesson that I should have mastered in my teens.
The little bit of this world that I am actually in charge of is me.
I’ve spent way too much time trying to fix others. Too many hours have been eaten up in senseless worry over things I couldn’t control. Too few days have been invested in truly helping others by showing up and, more often than not, shutting up.
As I move forward into a new era of my life, I hope and pray that I can finally be a grown up — mature and complete.
The secret is knowing that the pursuit of such a position in life in never fully realized. The secret is getting up each morning and loving people enough to show up.
So simple. So, how could I have missed it all these years?