How’s your drive?
Is it possible to have too much drive? That’s the question I am asking myself as I race around the speedway of life (apparently leaving road kill in my wake) …
I have quite a few personal goals. Big ones. They are important to me and I am passionate about them. My goals revolve around me as a business owner, as a cheer coach, as a mother and as an author. But mainly as an author.
When the kids are at school and Husband is at work I get in my metaphorical sports car and I motor through my to-dos with energy and with purpose. I have no doubt that I will reach my goals … the daily goals, the annual goals and the life goals … I have no doubt I will achieve them …eventually. And in the process I am all about helping others achieve theirs. I feel like that’s my purpose.
As a family we also have a number of goals. For those goals we jump in the family fun bus and coast through life at a slightly different pace. Sometimes I am at the wheel, and sometimes Husband is at the wheel. These are destinations we aim for together.
But what happens when the personal goals and the personal drive requires more time? When life in the sports car becomes more demanding or maybe even more fulfilling than life in the family fun bus? What happens then?
The word d r I v e has a great big “I” in there. There is no “we” or “us” in there … just a great big “I”. Being self-driven does take on a bit of a selfish trait. I don’t think I am overly selfish, but perhaps I am. What happens when my vehicle is driving faster than the other cars around me? Do they end up eating my dust? Is my drive giving me too much “I”? These are the questions playing on my mind.
The last few weeks have seen me become busier than usual - to the point where there has been a bit of family gridlock. I have been working with clients, helping out at the school, creating cheer choreography, spending a lot of frustrated energy on the publishing journey, blogging every day, travelling to be with friends and family, participating in bloggy competitions, writing business proposals and generally driving the entire universe from the bucket seat of my metaphorical Ferrari. I’ve been doing a lot and I have been tackling it all with a great deal of horse power. To the point that Husband has asked me to park the sports car back in the garage and return to the family fun bus for a while. It seems with all my torque and power steering, I may have overdone the whole driving thing and burnt a little too much fuel and driven over a few too many pedestrians in the process. It seems I am driving my poor husband insane and he feels like the victim of a drive-by shooting. I think he wishes I’d get back in the family wagon and be satisfied with all that the wagon has to offer.
I forget that you know. I forget that some people don’t have big plans and don’t need loads of goals. Their achievements and their purpose can be found right there within their family. Everyone is different: some people need a driver … someone to chauffeur them through life; others are quite happy to motor through the countryside at a relaxed Sunday pace; others dart in and out of traffic flipping the bird and tooting their horn; while others race down the speedway with absolute precision and dedication lapping people as they go as they move towards that chequered flag.
That last one … that might be me.
I don’t mean it to be. I try my best to get back in the family fun bus the moment the school bell rings and revert to a relaxed Sunday driving mentality. But sometimes I forget to take off the leathers and goggles and I kinda keep on motoring.
What happens now? I am at a crossroads. I have all this drive still built up inside me, so many goals and so much direction, but so little race time. It may be that I have to garage it all up for a while so that the cars behind me can catch up. The whole thing has me quite perplexed and I am feeling a little like a crash test dummy to be honest. I hope the Ferrari has airbags and a decent crumple zone. I think it’s about to crash …
So I need your advice - is it possible that a person can have too much direction, too much horse power or too many destinations programmed into the GPS? Is there such a thing as too much drive?
This post was written as my entry in the Kidspot/Ford Territory challenge. It is a blog post themed around the word “drive”. I am thinking that if I had a
parked in my garage that perhaps I would get the balance right. I could have a car that fits neatly between the metaphorical Ferrari and the family fun bus giving me enough drive without a racing circuit. It would give me the combination of smart technology, space and versatility, outstanding fuel economy, improved engine power and torque all packaged up in a snazzy exterior. Yeah, that sounds like me … Ford Territory