Perfection arrives at the imperfect time.
Where desire and intention clash.
I’ve been married to the Brazilian one year today.
Our secret little ceremony at home twelve months ago.
Her radiant in white, with a giant baby bump.
Me barefoot and dressed up.
Together three years, married one.
One baby, one more coming, two big kids, two dogs, one cat, three houses.
More laughs than tears.
More travel than and air hostess.
Packed life.
And it’s still warming-up. We’re going places.
When we got together, it was perfect.
Still is.
But the time couldn’t have been less perfect.
I was just on the other side of a 25-year relationship that ended in the most confusing and exhausting way.
Broken and battered but still breathing.
An opportune moment with the hot Brazilian trainer at the gym, a weekend away and the beginning of something.
And it was two weeks to the day after I had decided something.
Manifested the intention:
I want to love somebody. I want to be loved. I want to call someone my wife. I want to be a father. I’m going to build things that feed that vision.
All intentions buried under layers.
But I was trying to recover.
I hadn’t slept for months.
I was barely keeping up.
My desire was just to be left alone.
A dark night of the soul, 4am in a Uluwatu hotel room.
The intention arrived and was set, but I had no idea that the opportunity to fulfill it would arrive mere days later.
When I look over my life, I see the pattern.
The opportunity rarely arrives in perfect conditions.
Usually the opposite.
I had my first son as I was struggling with the end of my first proper business and immediately dived into a startup world I climbed rapidly.
I built my first coaching product when my consulting was at its lowest ebb.
I’ve had the opportunity to move countries (twice) in difficult circumstances.
Opportunities are presented often when the head and the heart are far apart.
In today’s cerebral times, you watch more people let opportunity pass them by than ever.
So much logic, so much thinking.
Intellectually, mentally, financially disqualifying themselves out of destiny.
Usually dead from the neck down from so much thinking.
But the soul is still there.
Takes on a low hum in the background.
Something feels ‘off’.
You know what it is, but you won’t admit it.
Too risky. Can’t afford it. Might fail. What will people think.
As the pace of change in society ramps up, many will be left in the dust.
Dreamers and the convicted steaming off into the future, destiny in their hands.
The scared and the neutered with their spreadsheets and their logic.
Arguing amongst themselves about what is right or wrong.
The man in the Arena is the only one that truly embraces destiny.
Understands there is no victory.
Just living in the unique way you are called to do.
Seeing the very thing in front of you today not as a problem, but as the opportunity that the universe is gifting you.
Talk to her. look in the mirror. sign the paperwork. howl at the moon.
You probably don’t even know how. but that’s the point.
Destiny doesn’t come with an instruction manual.
It’s not a Hallmark card or a Disney story.
The romance You crave is not in the perfect image
it’s in the journey and the story that you write as you go along.
None of us know what’s gonna happen next.
But some are writing the story.
Others are following someone else’s script.
She’s waiting for you