Just a few short years ago, I was working 9-5 at a nonprofit whose mission I believed in, but whose impact I doubted...
... Listening to colleagues gripe about clueless managers and ego-driven directors and the head-in-the-clouds CEO...
... Sitting through meeting after meeting, watching people's mouths move long after they'd run out of useful things to say...
My life felt so contained; the richness of life veiled by boredom and meaningless routine.
I would gaze forlornly at my screen and wonder how much time I spent each day, sitting.
I would go for urgent 30-min walks along the waterfront to keep from quitting on the spot.
I would daydream about how quickly my side business could grow, if I only had more of my own time...
And the universe must have been listening...
Because do you know what happened next?
They called a surprise "budget meeting," summoned me to the conference room, and unceremoniously announced they were eliminating my position and I had 2 hours to clean out my desk.
That's right -- I got laid off!
And although this was quite the unpleasant shock to my ego at the time...
... Somewhere underneath that, somewhere deep in my chest...
... A small forgotten bird opened up its beak, and began to sing the song of freedom.
In this deeply unglamorous moment, my story morphed from "working for the man" to "working for myself."
... Which has since generated more awesome seismic shifts in my life and career than I could possibly count or explain...
... Including time-abundance, financial-abundance, unique contribution, creative fulfillment, and the ability to work as easily from a balcony in Greece as from a cubicle bathed in fluorescent light...
... All of which has brought us here, now, to the NEXT imminent shift in my story:
...from "working in the Bay Area" to "working up and down the Americas."
... Say what?
Yes -- in just over 30 days, my partner and I will be embarking on a 14,000-mile bicycle trip from San Francisco, California -- to Patagonia, Chile.
We'll be taking our respective businesses with us, pausing to work 2 days/week, and telling the story as we go via print, photo and film.
(After all, what kind of coach would I be if, for all my talk of "courage" and making the most of your one wild and precious life -- I wasn't willing to walk the walk myself?)
The story hasn't even STARTED -- and yet, it's already secured $8K worth of gear from top sponsors like Salsa Cycles, Giro, and National Geographic. Just yesterday, I opened the front door to a box on our stoop containing two sets of bluetooth-enabled wireless helmet headphones from Outdoor Tech, for trans-mountain walkie talkie communication convenience!)
... And do you know what the funny part is?
I'm NOT a cyclist.
I haven't had a lick of training.
I've never even owned a pannier!
I've never done a "century ride."
I've never cycled more than 20 miles in a day.
... And yet, top cycling companies are sending me their stuff -- for free.
... Because our stories are capable of constant reinvention.
Reinvention that's grounded in truth and conviction, versus grasping and delusion.
... And YOU are no exception to this rule.
Make no mistake: You are living inside a dynamic, ever-shifting, two-sets-of-rules kind of story.
And I can't think of anything more valuable -- any faster route to a life of magic and fulfillment -- than the ability to wake up to this one simple but startling fact.