Each time I travel, I have to face the end and a sad farewell. Farewell to the people I shared the journey with. Farewell to the places I have come to love. Farewell to the magic of the time spent.
Leaving Mutzschen feels like leaving home. I have made friends, connected to places, and shared memories now. The tug on my heart is strong and the sense that this is what is next for me is even stronger. As I look at the food at the food stand in the airport, I realize that I will be back. There is no need to have a giant German pretzel – it won’t be my last one. I can sit and sip my espresso macchiato knowing that I will sit at this place often. It will be my home airport, and I will know it well.
I fall in love easily. I like that about me. It causes it’s own type of heartache, but the flip side to that is pretty darn spectacular. I see possibilities in everything.
I see what most people view as problems as no more than a challenge to learn and grow. I spent so many years living on adrenaline that there is a deep need for some of that always pulsing through my veins, probably like drug addiction for those who indulge in those things. I focus on managing it these days, both to avoid burn out and to avoid the crashes from exhaustion.
I spend the plane ride home thinking about how I can build MotoSoul in a new way. Cooperatively. Communally. Use my strengths and not my muscle. Think verses sweat. Give to those who need a chance. I don’t want to do this for me. If it were my choice, I would not ever work again. There is so much to do and to see in the world, I could spend the remainder of my time exploring and be extremely happy.
That said, I need a place to call home that I return to, and my children need that too. MotoSoul is a way to do all of that for me. Have a home, meet interesting people and learn from them. Be creative with my talents without being consumed by it.
I know what it takes to start a business. I have done it multiple times. I also know that it doesn’t have to kill you. As I ponder this, I am reminded of the communes in the 1970’s. Is it possible to build MotoSoul like this? Community? Volunteerism?  Play on everyone’s strengths.
So, if I could choose my role in MotoSoul what would it be? Chief Motivational Speaker! Queen of the Rally Cry! Head Coach! Heart Surgeon – instilling the heart of MotoSoul and our mission into everyone that touches it. That’s it – Chief Soul Officer…
Before the plane lands, I make a pact with myself to live this dream. There will be times when I have to make decisions, push things forward, and lead, this I know. But I also know that if I begin with this end in mind, I know that I will be pulled along. There will be so many people working to make this happen, I will get to hop on board for the ride.