i love using space program analogies… and since nasa will now be employing rent-a-wreck for getting american astronauts into space, i’ll use one from the cold war glory days.
apollo 11, the first lunar mission to land astronauts on the moon, lasted 9 days…from july 16-24, 1969. 9 days. subsequent landing missions were longer, but the first one to land was 9 days. three humans willingly sat on top of a controlled explosion and went somewhere else…living to tell about it and in some ways be burdened by it. either way, all those who left were not the same upon return. i mean, would YOU be?
yesterday i got back from the moon, after a 9 day mission. i left one way and came back another. the mission wasn’t the important part… it was everything that led up to the mission. it is the journeys we take in life that make us who we are…the destinations, while important, are not make or break. i feel different, i talk different, i guess i am different.
i couldn’t really see it before… mostly because i hang out with myself all the time. but i am different. history will tell if my difference will be an asset or a liability.
so now, i’m taking a few days off before training starts on my next mission. my studio has been cleared out, the drawing board has been sanitized of all the previous mission’s germs and juju… the lair has been purged.
now what the hell am i going to do?
“Houston, we have a problem…”
