I do not swim here, having picked up thousands of shark’s teeth over the years, but I DO just keep walking…
I had a friend when I lived in New York, who was one of those bigshot money manager types, and she flew around the world explaining to the already rich how to get richer. She wore Thierry Mugler suits and huge Chanel earrings and I was a bit envious of her runaway success. We were so different our friendship didn’t last (she never laughed and kept her clothes color coded in plastic drycleaner bags), but I do remember her good advice about traveling in fowl weather – just keep moving.
If an airport was closed due to an ice storm, she’d fly to the nearest open airport. If everything in the vicinity was closed, she’d rent a car with chains on the tires and drive. If driving were impossible she’d hire a dog sled and musher… You get the picture – the never say die, chew off your own arm, sticktoitiveness that had her sitting impeccably on time, at meetings lesser humans found impossible to attend.
I admire those people who keep moving – those who keep rallying against the odds and plugging along with stoic determination. Those who are successful through sheer force of will…. Although I am more like Dory in Finding Nemo – the fish with the short term memory who advises us to “just keep swimming, just keep swimming” even when she is unsure of where she is or where she’s going…
As I think about the year 2015 and all the things I have made happen for myself, I find that what I did more than anything else, was kept moving. I just kept getting up, taking a shower, trudging along, moving, swimming against the tide with (for me) unprecedented determination. It’s what we really mean I think, when we say, “Take it one day at a time, one step at a time.” With every step we take, with every day we just keep moving, we are getting closer and closer to our ultimate goal – a life worth living and runaway success. However we define it.
