Greetings from my brand-new home in Port Chester, New York! I’m about 45 minutes by train into Grand Central. It’s close enough to the City so that I can take meetings at short notice. But it’s far enough away that my dog Pete actually has a yard! Certain things that a dog does, he doesn’t really like doing on pavement. #feelme?
I’m close enough to the City to get the culture and the professional opportunities, but I’m not right up her nose. #gnomesayin’?
I left a lot of comfort behind to chase my dreams of actually living a life by my own design. Relationships, careers, professional, wellbeing – you name it. I could have stayed comfortable in Alabama, or embrace my discomfort by taking a big step. The positive possibilities were too great to pass up.
There’s a ton of unknown in my life right now. And the unknown terrifies me.
I need to be bold. And I had a moment a few days ago when my boldness expired and I had a gnarly meltdown.
When I first got to New York three weeks ago, I deposited my stuff in self-storage in Brooklyn. I have primarily stayed in North Jersey in Air BNB setups. So, my stuff hasn’t exactly been convenient.
This past Saturday I booked a moving company to move my stuff from Brooklyn to my new home. I booked their services for noon.
I got a call from the owner of the company who said they couldn’t get a truck free until 2pm. I was cool with that. That soon became 4, became 6, became 8, became 9:30.
By that point, I’m pretty wiped. But I still had to get into the city to let the movers into my storage rooms. I came home after I left them. I also knew it was a pipe dream for them to get done moving my stuff out in an hour, but they said they could.
At 12:30 I got a call saying they were done. I told them to come back the next morning to deliver my stuff.
They were here at 8:15. And my stuff got loaded into my new apartment. At which time I had a pretty gnarly anxiety attack. It took me a month to pack my beloved lake house in Alabama. And I’ll be damned if it’s going to be that long to unpack. I need my bed!
Y’all, I’ve slept on the floor the last few nights. My bedroom is full of boxes and bags and my bed isn’t set up.
“My bed would’ve been priority for me.” My friends keep saying.
Y’know, me too. But it’s going to take me a week to get that sorted out – if that!
The word that comes to mind is exhausted. I have been running 90mph ever since the calendar turned 2017.
- January: I dealt with my money breakdown. My “will I be able to pay my final coach training tuition to graduate” saga. I don’t believe I slept well but for a day or two all month. Being Mr. Unstoppable has advantages and disadvantages.
- February: The packing process began. And the process of moving up in the Accomplishment Coaching hierarchy began as well. Again, no sleep was to be found. I failed at the latter and I didn’t have much choice at the former.
- March: the most productive month of my life. U-Haul, driving, temporary housing, turning 40 – the list can go on and on.
I have been running myself ragged in service of being Mr. Unstoppable. And damned if I didn’t hit a wall. Thus, my panic attack the other day.
If you run yourself ragged like this day after day, it will get to you. Even Mr. Unstoppable has to stop.
In the past few days, I have been reflecting and rebounding. And one name keeps coming to mind.
I may be about to pull a hamstring stretching for this. But stick with me here…
Neil Armstrong is one of those people whose legacy will outlast the human race. And that’s no small step.
He was a test pilot, professor, nerd (and I mean that with the utmost respect), and astronaut. And he did something pretty cool back in 1969. Y’know, with the giant leaps for mankind and whatnot.
While most remember him for his moonwalk, he fought through many breakdowns before the ultimate breakthrough in July of 1969.
In 1966, during the Gemini 8 mission, Armstrong performed the first docking of two orbiting spacecraft. But he narrowly averted disaster during that mission when his craft went into a rapid roll at zero gravity. Not an easy fix…but he did it.
During his training for Apollo 11, the lunar lander simulator he was piloting exploded. He ejected a mere split second before the craft blew up. He very well could’ve been killed.
Did he give up? Did he stop? Did he pack it in and say “I can’t do this. Jim Lovell, it’s all yours.”
Nope. After the explosion, he filled out some paperwork. He got checked out by medical staff. And he went back to work.
See, when your goal and your “what for” are bigger than your fear, that’s when greatness happens.
Okay, I’m not saying that Ryan Hall and Neil Armstrong belong in the same conversation. To say nothing of the same sentence. But the drive is there.
- Am I scared? Hell yes!
- Have I considered – y’know, many times – giving up? Of course!
- Will I pack it in and say – this isn’t for me, I’m going back to Alabama? I’m gonna have to go with no on that one…
My old friend Domonic said something pretty telling just the other night about this. “You’ll doubt yourself for the first six months, but then you’ll look back and wonder why you didn’t do this sooner.”
Do you have a big decision staring you in the face? Are you looking to pull the trigger on something bold? Are you looking to take a giant leap for youkind?
Let me support you! Team Ryan Coaching is accepting new clients right now. Shoot me an email at [email protected] to set up a sample coaching session. Let’s change the world together.
I’ve always been one who plays it safe. I enjoy my comfort zone. But sometimes a stick of C4 to your comfort zone is the motivation you need to take a giant step for mankind.
Or at least for youkind…