Time passes quickly by. Minutes blending quickly into the form of a day, weeks into months marked by seasonal changes. For me, it is the changes in weather that seem to demarcate the passing of time and much less the rigidity of a calendar.
Our recent snowfall was one of these “time passing” moments. Suddenly it was winter. Summer long past and fall a seeming blip on the screen. Walking through the fields and having light snow at my feet and not the lush green I had started with. It made me stop and realize that wow.... my life has really changed dramatically in the past 6 months. That to dream is to think of possibilities and to try to make those dreams reality is to live within the space of your heart. When I do this, I have a feeling of wholeness. My John Deere experience definitely triggered this. John Deere you say? As in green tractor? Why yes.... indeed.
This snowfall meant my workspace out of doors needed clearing. Waiting not being my strong suit, I figured I would go and take a look-see at the tractor with the snowblower attachment. How hard could it be to figure it out? So, with a little trial and error I got that bad boy running and the blower working. There I was, me, sitting astride the tractor (albeit a small one!) blowing snow out of the laneway. Who would have thought that I, oh one of two degrees, certificates etc etc.... would be mucking out sheep stalls and snowblowing laneways?
The funny part is the ease with which I slide from mucking a sheep stall, clearing snow to pitching our organizational vision and building partnerships. Building workable budgets and accessing government funding are all under my umbrella of duties. Along with the snow and sheep. I love it. So many people would shake their heads at my love of this. That I can go to the Symphony and wear formal attire, or ride a tractor-- all the while smiling and being no one but me. Crazy me. Weird wild me. And man, it feels good to be no one but me.
Yes, I was inordinately proud of my ability to get that tractor going. I admit it. Silly girl. But, it is that stuff of believing you can. Going for it. Living that dream and accepting that should you fail, you at least tried and you own THAT! Ask yourself..... how much of your life do you own? Are you going for it? Are you on stage or always waiting for your chance – doing the dress rehearsal again and again? Could you die in your sleep tonight and be okay with the imprint you have left behind???