September 12, 2014
Parked at the top of a steep hill in my grandpa’s old pickup truck with my team next to me and in the back, I had a decision to make.
We were in the middle of a dessert, but we could see civilization off in the distance…that was our goal…but how should we get there?
We could go forward down the steep hill in front of us, but the truck’s brakes weren’t very good. If we started moving too fast, there’s no way we could stop. Crashing was a real possibility, but we also might make it down unscathed and sleep in a comfy hotel room that night.
We could turn back and go a different route, but that was a lot longer and the truck didn’t have enough gas (and we didn’t have enough food) to get us there. We would need to stumble across a filling station along the way to make it alive.
Or, we could stay where we were.
A large crowd of people all wearing the same clothes, a uniform of gray sweatpants and a blue sweatshirt, had gathered behind us. They, too, had come to the same crossroads at some point in their lives and decided to stay rather than make a decision or take a risk.
One man, obviously a group leader, came forward with uniforms for me and my team. He tossed one to each of us.
A few of my team members put them on without hesitation. I stood and stared at mine. I knew if I put that uniform on there would be no turning back.
Then I woke up….
This is how my subconscious mind processes stress. It writes, directs and acts-out these detailed, fictional movies, all while I sleep. Then my waking mind has to make sense of them….
First, the symbolism….
My grandpa passed away a few years ago. I always admired him for his business sense, and he let me drive his old truck to play golf when I stayed with him. I often wish he was still around to give me advice.
A few months ago, I launched my company, and I was the only team member. Since then, our team has grown to 10 people, and we’ve been slowly climbing to the top of our first hill, where we’re currently sitting.
We have the biggest of goals, but they seem far off at the moment. After all, we’re still a young company.
Now, the decision….
For me, putting on a uniform (aka getting a job) is not an option. You can’t cage a free spirit.
Taking the long way around is an option. We could slow down. Take the safer route. Refuel along the way if we need to (my conscious mind knows there’s a filling station in that direction). It would definitely take longer, but we’d probably make it…eventually.
Or, we could put the pedal to the metal and speed down that hill in front of us. Throw caution to the wind and see what we’re capable of.
I’m curious… What would you do in this situation? What decision would you make? Which road would you take?
I know what grandpa would do. He was a gambler, a risk taker, just like most of us entrepreneurs. If he was here, he’d not only tell me to go down that hill, he’d bet me on how long it would take!
Well, grandpa, if you can hear me, I’ll take that bet! You better get your wallet out because we’re on our way!!!