Aloha! The rain is coming down on Maui on my last night here. It is appropriate since I will be heading into the rain of the Pacific North West. The cruel truth is that rain here is warm and tropical, in Seattle it is cold and brutal. My trip has been a fantastic journey, travel and food and working out and meeting awesome people. However, I am very excited to come home. I miss my bed, my things, a closet, a room without spiders and geckos. Though the gecko is a spiritual creature according to Hawaiian lore, I am ok with not sharing space as much as I do right now. Tonight, I picked up the sheets (to check for creatures) then lifted my pillow only to find a baby gecko that wasn't in a very safe place. I put him outside only to see another baby on the other side of the room. It is like they are gremlins; multiplying with water after midnight.
I also miss my work. I was in college when I decided that I wanted to become a rowing coach. It was my sophomore year and I was participating in National Team Testing. I was new to sports and barely called myself an athlete, but I was good and I knew that much. I was also good at describing the rowing stroke to my teammates and I loved helping. I, after all, was a peer counselor in High School and an RA in college. At the time I decided to become a coach I had a rather socially challenged Head Coach that needed a lot of assisting. I filled the role of translator when I could. It was then that I realized coaching was an option. I thought the thought and then put it away. I still had to finish school. After graduating and picking up a coaching job almost immediately I was enthralled by the Olympics. It was 1996 and cycling was being shown quite a bit. I knew that I needed to find another sport to do alongside rowing and cycling seemed to fit. It looked like it was mentally and physically grueling (a requirement for me) and I liked the way it shaped the body (another requirement). I also sent into the universe ad dream of being able to work out for a living at the same time I was helping others. I thought I would have to become an Olympic athlete (and I worked on that) or be a professional athlete in order to do so. Turns out I was wrong with the means by which but dead on with bringing my dream to fruition. Working out for a living is doable and exciting and literally a dream come true.
Because I love what I do it is hard to pull myself away from it. So taking vacation becomes a challenge. I do need space away from the daily grind in order to gain some perspective, stay fresh and study up. However, it is a joy to come back to what I absolutely love to do day in and day out. The music, the people, the love. I am lucky because I worked my ass off for years. When I began this journey I made $5300 annually for my first collegiate coaching gig. I got a raise the next year to $5700. Loving what you do and doing what you love means you may have to wait for the financial reward, but it is worth it. No amount of money would stop me from teaching/coaching and training. I always ask myself this question: If I were to win the lotto would I stop working. The answer has never been 'no' when it comes to my work with motivation and health & well-being. When you would do what you do for free you know you have struck it rich! That is what I would call success.
What are your passions? Are you living them? Are you going after your dreams??? Why or why not?