My Bambi moment

 

 

I apologize for the delay in the blogs, but this one required some healing before I could write.  Every year, I go back to Montana (where I grew up) and raise hell with my girl friends from junior high school.  We have been connected for over 30 years, an amazing gift.  Other than family, no one knows you like people who knew you during the big Afro, the BeeGees and Prince phase of your life.  We laugh and drink a lot of beer.  (I don’t even like beer.)  And we eat crappy foods.  Everything that can clog your arteries is on the menu.  Fun, big fun. 

This year, after the fun, I needed to head back to civilization, in this case – Atlanta – to make a presentation to a group of doctors.  On the way to the airport, Sunday a.m., I ran into a deer.  In that instant, however, it felt like the deer ran into my rental. 

Deer feel like walls when you hit them in your car.  In one slow instant, the car was totaled and stopped dead on the freeway, the air bags expanded and smoke filled the car.  Luckily it was five in the morning, so there were no other cars on the road behind me. 

After I shook my head and let the dust settle, I had an immense feeling of grace and vulnerability.  Grace in that I had been spared.  I knew I could have died, but I didn’t.  Vulnerable in that we are not promised tomorrow.  I know that I am a strong person, but when my husband came home to comfort me, I embraced being in his arms.  I needed comfort.

 

So why am I sharing this with you and what does it have to do with Beyond Measure?

 

One of my goals for Beyond Measure is to attract a community of like-minded people destined for success.  So what does destined for success mean?  It requires a vigilant mindset.  Persistence alone is omnipotent, I have read.  That mindset can come from DNA, parents, lost loves, current loves, spouses, children, teachers or it can come in an instant.  Or better, the interpretation of an instant.  One of my instances was my Bambi moment.  I know I was spared to bring Beyond Measure to life.  It provided a huge wake-up call that this life is not a dress rehearsal.  So motivations can come from all different events, even a car accident.  Whatever the catalyst, success is the answer.  In addition, my Bambi moment provided me with a clarity that I haven’t had in a very long time, if ever.  I am more determined to make this business serve others with all of my strength. 

 

The deer left its mark down the side of the car.  I pray she survived.  Much love, Janice