We all have to stand up and be counted.
This weekend many people stood up to be counted here as contenders in the Australian federal election.
Some won, some lost. But all of them put themselves through a big, public challenge to be the best they could be.
Two people stood up and put it all on the line at the Sydney Opera House last weekend.
Every day people stand up and stare down their fate in all manner of ways.
For some time now I have been feeling like I need to do something similar. Not run for office (heaven forbid) but to choose a challenge, make it public, and – knowing that I might ‘win’ or ‘lose’ – just go for it.
Give up? Me? Yeah Right!
Despite the joy of the birth of my beautiful, wonderful first child, and the excitement of going to Europe, I have been feeling frustrated. Not in a over-bearing life-debilitating way, but in a slow-burning, gnawing at my insides way. I have been thinking about that famous quote that goes something like “most men live lives of quiet desperation”.
I don’t want to end up like that, and I can see how easily it could happen.
As I have gone about my business day to day, responsible adult that I now am (or at least try to be), I have been happy with the people in my life but not with my own efforts. I have been struggling from a lack of “flow”, which silly as it sounds, is actually a technical term.
And then, when my new, gorgeous little daughter was asleep and I was staring at her “all ga-ga about the goo-goo” I thought to myself:
“what am I going to tell her?
That I turned thirty and just gave up?”
So I have been doing some (more) intense soul-searching and have over the last two weeks come to come some very definite decisions.
Stay tuned … oh breathless masses … for no matter how it turns out, I intend to stand up and be counted.
Maybe we can get together and encourage each other a long the way … build some kind of “stand up be counted challenge” website or something …
Because life about living your dreams, not settling for the safe option.