STOP! Where are you and where do you want to go?
OK, if you know me, you know how goofy and funny this picture is. This is me and one of my best friends in the Navy, Rigby Ough at the E club on Diego Garcia in 1988. This was never supposed to happen since I had left our ship in the Persian Gulf and started a trip home and our ship was staying on station... but I got held up in Diego and the ship happened to stop there on its way home, so this was a reunion of sorts.
Well, over the 21 years since then Rigby and I have tried several times to locate each other - all efforts were unsuccessful until a few weeks ago when out of the blue I got an e-mail from him.
We've exchanged several e-mails - reminded each other of Navy stories we had forgotten - and caught up over the phone as well.
In our navy days we had plans. First, know we were in the same division and both were pilot rescue swimmers - literally our lives were often in each other's hands and there's a bond as strong as, or stronger than brothers that comes from that. Our plans for our post navy lives involved buying a sailboat and cruising the world. We could make our money doing odd jobs in boat repair, as divers we could easily earn money cleaning boat hulls. No debt. No obligations. Just our skill and desire for adventure and to truly live life to push us on.
But things changed.
Rigby's life ran closer to that than mine - but I got on another track. While I don't regret any part of the last 20+ years, and the decisions I made - I have now been forced to reconcile what I truly wanted to do - with the reality of what I have chosen over the years.
Today at the age of 45 I wonder if it's possible to move closer to those original and still highly valued goals. It is and I have been lucky enough to have been given an opportunity that - with success - will make much of it possible.
That is my definition of motivation.








