Reflecting back on our Olde School (olde friends are those who will always be there) going away party and realized that the overwhelming comment was “Wow!” I was amazed at the response to our foray into another world… the UAE. Everyone wants to know how, why and for how long. They pause. They applaud. They are surprised. They are happy. They are sad. They cycle through many of the same emotions that I experienced. Then… like me, they say “why not.”
I stand on the edge of the diving board with my toes hanging over the end looking down on the olympic size pool and ask myself if I have the nerve to jump. We’ve settled the house; packed most things; said most of our good byes; and we have the airplane tickets in hand.
My grandson is preparing to go away to college and I reminded him that it’s not too late to change his mind. Just because you’ve been accepted and told everyone you’re going doesn’t mean you can’t change your mind. So, I remind myself of the same thing. I can always change my mind. But, what would my friends think. Will they think I chickened out. Will they breath a sigh of relief because I’ll still be here. Will they be surprised, sad, or melancholy. But wait… it doesn’t matter what they think. What matters is …. what I think.
I stand at the brink of a wondrous opportunity. Like the child in the picture, I am wide-eyed with an open mind, and as excited as a puppy dog when her owner comes home at the end of the day.
Carpe diem !!!!!!!!
I remember the hullabaloo raised by exposing “the secret” on the Oprah show. I remember thinking— didn’t everyone already know this. It seemed so obvious that we may not always get what we want but the odds of getting it without wanting it (unless it’s an STD) are slim.
Hubby and I always dreamed of owning a house on or near the water and we got it or I should say that I got it. I found this incredible 200-year old house with double porches in a charming part of Old Town Alexandria. Bought it as a rental with a secret plan to convince my husband to move into it. Unfortunately, his forays into the leaky, water logged basement to affect multiple repairs foiled my plans. He discovered that people who buy into historic houses love them so much that they overlook the constant repairs. In fact, it provides common ground that neighbors build bonds around. They share the names of handymen, names of the best places to find replacement parts, and notes on how to get around the architectural police.
But I digress…. back to the secret. The point is that we got this charming house because “we wanted it”. It’s like placing an order. You decide what you want and then begin to make it happen by talking it up with friends and family who offer suggestions and sometimes point you in the direction of someone else who has “it” and how they got “it”. Then you begin to figure out how to make it happen.
One of the other things we placed an order for was a warm climate, on or near the ocean, and an opportunity to travel. After a year of talking, planning, dreaming, and applying… we received an offer to work in the Middle East…. because we not only wanted “it”, but we worked it. So, next month we go to the UAE for 1 to 3 years. But we learned something else about the secret, like the “charming” leaking, damp house in Old Town Alexandria; we may not have been specific enough in placing our order. We got a warm climate (110 degrees 6 months of the year). We got near the ocean and we certainly will travel (14 hours by plane). The next time we’ll be more precise in our order.
The Secret works if you work it.