We just returned from a wonderful two-week adventure in Hawaii for our "The Roaming Boomers®" online travel magazine.
Although the pathway still seems quite foggy for this enterprise, we have enjoyed a fair amount of success and we are at one of those critically important break-though points that any business will face in its evolution.
You see, I must figure out how to transition from being a pure technician (blog writing, photograph taking, video shooting), to one who can wear the hats of technician, owner, and entrepreneur (dreamer) without letting one dominate the others.
It is this one challenge that prevents many businesses from achieving the success they desire.
I say all of that because I must admit that I currently don't have it all yet figured out.
And, with all of the busyness, excitement, travel, changing time zones, and dizzying schedules, I left out the most important piece of the whole puzzle: my alone time with God each day.
When I'm home, I've developed a consistent habit of rising early each day to invest this time, but this most recent trip completely threw me under the bus with a very busy schedule, time zone changes, and incorporating other players into our enterprise.
If the monumental challenges of the past three years have taught me anything, it is that I simply must stay firmly rooted, and spending daily time in my growing relationship with God. Otherwise, my pride will lead me once again far astray.
Although I'm frustrated that I allowed this side-step to occur, I'm pleased that I caught myself upon my return home.
It is clear that I must reevaluate my commitments to the many irons I have in the fire, make certain that I establish my priorities, and build systems and schedules to accommodate them.
Furthermore, I must figure out how to carve out my little hiding place alone with God each day, regardless of what time zone I might be in.
The above photograph reminded me of my grandmother's hiding place. She had a place in her living room where she had a comfortable reading chair, a reading lamp, and a small bookshelf where she would keep her devotional materials along with her somewhat tattered, and well-read Bible.
I can still see her sitting there.
I'm very thankful for her influence in my life, and her remarkable, lifelong example.
For those of you who are regular readers of this blog, please forgive my absence, and I beg your patience as I seek to realign my commitments in the coming weeks and months.
