Years ago I came up with one very simple definition and it has served me well.
On any adventure that was worth it to me I had a moment when I had to ask myself "What the @&%$# am I doing!"
|Mural of Cuchulain in Ireland|
I can provide some examples from my own life so you get the idea.
In 2005, Matt and I went to Ireland with our friend Carl. We arrived at the airport and rented a car, which of course drove on the opposite side of the road. Matt was elected driver and off we went. Not 10 minutes or so into our adventure, we hit a curb and - FLAT TIRE. We had to pull over on a strange city street and replace the tire with the spare. We even managed to put a pretty big scratch in the rental car with the jack. All of us sat back and said "What the @&%$# are we doing!?" We were sidelined for only a few moments all things considered and the rest of the trip was amazing.
|Pouring the cement.|
|Camping this summer.|
These "What the @&%$# am I doing?!" moments have been so profound they have really become the hallmark of any of my greatest adventures. If I don't ask myself that question once along the way I begin to worry if my challenge was way too easy or if I am not on the right path at all.
Have you experienced the "What the @&%$# am I doing?" moment in your life? How did you handle it?