A well meaning friend advised me to be realistic about something the other day. The gist of his advice was that things will unfold over time and I should just ease off and let it happen without pushing so hard.
But that phrase “Be Realistic” really startled me. I hate it when people say that to me.
I am not realistic and I don’t want to be. I aim high, and even when I fall short of my goal, I usually get a lot further than anyone else.
If I suffer a setback, I’ll take a step back and regroup. I’m extraordinarily resilient. One way or another, I usually get there. It often requires a lot of work and a relaxation of the criteria for success, but I’m willing to work hard on things for a long time to get what I need to get done.
I will qualify and say that I’ve learned not to force my will on others and be a bully about things, especially at work and at home. That’s why the outdoors is such a great outlet for me. It lets me vent my need to achieve the difficult or impossible in a positive way. It’s so satisfying too.
But outdoors, in my personal life, and at work, I do not want to be realistic. No sir. I hike long trails and climb high mountains and I’m not going to stop.