Long before the internet, there was this place called the library. If you wanted to gather information in a systematic fashion what would you use? Google? Nope! Enter the prehistoric search engine, the Dewey Decimal System (Thank you Melvil, but I digress, a lot).
Going to the library was a must for me. I recall maxing out the 10 book limit on a regular basis. My stack of books always came out of the “nature” genre, usually insects.
I was fascinated with bugs. If I wasn’t reading about them, I was collecting specimens. If I wasn’t collecting them, I was “conquering” them…usually with the bottom of my foot…or a magnifying glass (and a few other creative ways not worth mentioning – don’t judge – I was a boy). Maybe that’s why my answer to the question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” (An entomologist) never came to fruition. (But I digress, again)
Have you ever noticed that ants take to the air for an opportunity to mate every time a summer heat wave strikes? After the “magic” happens, what next? The male dies and the female abandons her wings. What?! What is wrong with Mother Nature? Shouldn’t a new momma ant make herself as mobile as possible? You know, explore the town, find the best neighborhood, maybe do a little shopping and perhaps raid a picnic? Instead, she’s 100% committed. She picks her nesting site and goes to work, never stopping until she dies.
THE CHALLENGE: Stop flying around. You know what you want to be when you “grow up” right? So do it. Chew your wings off! Dig in! Do your thing! Get to work and don’t stop. The formula is that simple. I already know that 99.9% of you reading this are going to look your wings in the mirror and tell yourself how you can’t live without them, and that you can’t lose them, at least not yet. It’s a lie. Don’t listen.