In Case of Emergency, Pull Oxygen Mask.
Have you ever seen those emergency cards on planes? Have you ever noticed that they tell you to put on your own oxygen mask before reaching to help your kids with theirs?
I always thought that was strange.
A few days ago, my brother and I got to talking about this oxygen mask – and he made an interesting point. You can’t take care of your babies if you’re passing out yourself. Guaranteed you can help them if they can’t breathe. As your dependents, they can’t help YOU if you can’t breathe- and then everyone goes under.
Now, think about this as it applies to business. If your business is an airplane with engine trouble, you need to grab on to your oxygen to figure out how to keep everything else alive. In short, sometimes you have to give yourself the oxygen first and make sure you’re still breathing- before you check on everyone else. And sometimes that means what is precious to you has to wait its turn till you are strong enough to give it your all.
What is your oxygen?
It might seem odd that I talk about this (Alea, where”s the food?)- I’m getting there.
As life would have it, I’ve found myself at quite the crossroads. I suddenly understand reaching for an oxygen mask to breathe, at the expense of making my dependent activities wait. I have to figure out- What do I do with my life now? How do I move forward? When do I get to breathe? My professional life has changed in some big ways, and I have to make some big decisions.
Last Friday, I bought a plane ticket to somewhere far, far away. It seems ridiculous to do that given what is happening in my professional life. But I did it.
This somewhere is where I go when life throws questions at me that are too big for me to answer all by myself. Its a place with 600 roots to the tree I come from. Where nothing changes for generations, while the outside world spins faster and faster.
I’m going to Italy. I”m taking some time to cook, to eat, to photograph, to be with the roots and echoes of the ghosts of the familiar faces who came and left their marks in my history. I will deal with the bill later.
I would like to take you with me.
Every day I’ll try to share a photo, a short video, a funny story (because trust me, Italians, they are so funny :) and so good looking! but thats another story…;) ), or a recipe.
I leave September 4, I come home October 4. I expect to figure out my answers. And most of all, I want so much to share the beauty with you.
So, yah. Thats the food part of this entry.
Join me. :)