On Friday my family and I were driving down the western ring road in Melbourne when a truck carrying cars hit an overhead sign. We were driving, at 100kph behind and to the right of the truck, so were in prime position to see the shower of glass and car debris that came off the truck and hit our car.
Luckily, we were all unharmed.
The car was drivable and once examined, although there are nics and chips and cracks on very panel and window on our car, still in one piece.
It wasn’t until Mr CH and I were sitting down over coffee the next morning that it hit me.
It could have been so much worse than it was.
The windscreen could have shattered, the moon roof too, we could have panicked, braked and caused a huge pile up, the car could have come loose, our girl’s were in the back, what could have happened to them? Thoughts all too horrific to think about.
And it dawned on me that this life is finite.
It is fragile and beautiful and wondrous and over too soon, in the blink of an eye, it could all be over. And then what? I started to think, “What will they say about me when I am gone?” Listing it off, I’ve done some great things.
I have two beautiful children, written 2 books, won a Telstra Business Award, got married, lived overseas, started 2 businesses, sold a business, bought a house, started an investment portfolio, traveled, loved, lost. I’ve improved my own health, “cured” my migraines, stomach troubles, anxiety, aches and pains, and I have helped thousands of others do the same. I am proud of what I have done and achieved, but I feel like I have yet to start my life’s work, the thing that will make the biggest dent in the Universe, my true passion.
And although it is my secret burning desire, it’s the one thing that makes me excited to get out of bed in the morning, what I dream about at night, I still have yet to make it a reality.
Because I’m scared.
Because I too, like you, have that voice in my head telling me that I’m not good enough, that little ol’ me, I can’t make a real difference in the world. I’m too small, too weak, too poor, too brown, too isolated, too stupid, too busy to affect real change.
But last Friday could have been my last day. And all I can think about is that if it was, my one regret would be not trying to be everything that I have always wanted to be. My one regret would be making excuses for why I couldn’t reach my full potential.
So I’m doing it.
And although it scares me shitless to reach for the stars and become who I have always wanted to be, what scares me more, is not doing it.
So what is it I have always wanted to do?
Well…you’ll just have to come back tomorrow to find out.