There’s a girl named Xena at my gym. And, it makes me wish I had a cool name that stood out. “Tami” comes from a much simpler time and reminds you of poodle skirts and white-walled tires, doesn’t it? Tami doesn’t smoke, or stay out past curfew. She has perfect attendance and is always there when a pie needs baking, or a child needs babysitting.
But Xena – That name has all the makings of a rock star, or warrior. She’s definitely going to save a life or two at some point during her thrill-seeking time on earth. She walks on the edge of danger at all times. No one ever heard of a Tami saving a life, or wrestling with death. Xenas usually rescues Tamis, not the other way around.
I feel like Xena would be further along on her 5 year plan than I currently am.
3 years ago, on my 30th birthday, I sat down and wrote a 5 year plan, that would ultimately gain me the life I wanted more than anything in this world: a life of travel, while still doing what I love – real estate investment. A life where I would have time to commit to things like learning the piano, or practicing Spanish, or painting; Where spending time with my 80 yr old grandmother didn’t feel wrong because a client was trying to reach me.
Over the past 3 years, I’ve made some really fantastic mistakes that put me about 18 months behind on that plan. Failing forward, if you will. Mistakes like not putting enough away for taxes, and owing the IRS $30K when my business picked up and my accountant** didn’t check in with me. **I’ve since changed accountants and I love my new one, btw. However, I’m behind and frustrated with where I currently am.
My goals feel too big sometimes, but there’s a part of me that refuses to let go of them. I don’t want a fancy house, or expensive clothing. I don’t need a badass car. That’s never been me. My goals involve travel. I want to see the world and share those experiences with friends and family. I want to paint in Paris, eat pizza in Italy, and count the stars in the Abu Dhabi Desert.
People collect all kinds of things. I want to collect passport stamps.
And, I don’t think I’m insane for thinking it’s possible. I think I’m insane enough to make it happen… even if it takes 6 years. Despite my frustrations with being behind, I’m marching ahead.
As should YOU.
Follow the urgency inside you. Everyday that you wake up and aren’t doing exactly what you feel you were put on this earth to do should be a day of extreme discomfort. Don’t stop until you feel the feeling of being exactly where you belong. Don’t let others tell you something can’t be done. Pizza can be eaten on a couch in my living room, but it’s not the same as Italy. Stars are beautiful in parts of the United States, but there’s something mystical about the Abu Dhabi Desert. Painting can be done anywhere, but until I’m standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, I’ll never truly know how the lines look in person.
Do what you were designed to do and ignite every wick of passion inside yourself to make it happen, whether your name is Xena, or not.