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The Familiar

Posted September 26, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

As I plan for my latest departure on the Road to Freedom Tour, I feel a bit nostalgic being surrounded by so much that is familiar. I lived in Jacksonville, Florida for over forty years. I know the streets. The history. I’m able to pick out even the smallest subtlety in any area of town.

144 W. 4th Street, where I lived in the inner city

144 W. 4th Street, where I lived in the inner city

There aren’t many roads I could travel down in this town without a memory of some sort flashing on the silver screen of my mind. Many of them good. Some painful. All a part of the history that is Reba J. Hoffman. 

I marvel at how I survived the inner city high school as a teenager with a slow Texas drawl. I ran the same cobblestone streets as a child that Dakota and I rode down as we wound our way through downtown. Only God could have protected me in that environment.  My heart filled with gratitude at how He cared for me when I didn’t even know it. He met my need when I didn’t know I had it.

Andrew Jackson High School, where I graduated. It looks much better today than when I walked its halls.

Andrew Jackson High School, where I graduated. It looks much better today than when I walked its halls.

As I rode through the Avondale community, I noticed the old Shell service station had been replaced by shops and eateries. While I’d been away–or perhaps just not paying attention–someone repaved memory lane.

There is a blessing in the familiar. I didn’t have to ask directions or MapQuest it when I needed to go to Barnes and Noble to research my latest book I’m writing. I just went. No wrong turns. No relying on GPS or written directions. I knew the way.

The familiar.

My heart pulls me away from the familiar to… well… out there, somewhere. To a place I’ve never been on roads I’ve never ridden. It beckons me to come. I must obey. I know this has to be the restlessness felt in the heart of every pioneer as they left comforts and comrades, opting for the unknown and uncharted in search of… something.

Jacksonville, Florida Skyline from the River Walk Trail

Jacksonville, Florida Skyline from the River Walk Trail

The Road to Freedom is all about exploring the unknown. For me, it’s traveling alone by bicycle to places I’ve never been and meeting women I’ve never known. For these women victims of violent assault and sexual abuse, the unknown is trying to face a world free from their abuser or the shame they’ve lived with for years, or even a lifetime.

Just like I feel comfortable, yet unsatisfied and restless in the wonderful city of Jacksonville, Florida, these women have learned to exist in their familiar. They don’t like it. In fact, they hurt deeply but it is all they know. It’s easier to maintain than to blaze a new life for themselves.

It’s easy to accept the familiar and not try to live your dreams, heal your wounds or live the abundant life God intended for you to live. The unknown carries fear. But it also can open up a whole new and fulfilling world. 

 

Out there... somewhere.

Out there… somewhere.

 

 I’ve lived in the familiar and I’ve traveled down unknown roads not knowing where they would lead. I have to tell you, given the choice I will always choose the road untraveled to the familiar. It’s exciting, liberating, and completely fulfilling. I wouldn’t trade my life on the bike for anything. I took a chance and stepped out of the familiar. Lives have been changed… including my own. The familiar isn’t worth giving up that for.

What about you. Are you holding on to the familiar when you’re being nudged out into a new world? Share it here!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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There’s Just Something About the South

Posted August 5, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

DowntownWhen I first started my Road to Freedom Bicycle Tour Across America on July 13th, I predicted I’d be in North Dakota by now and pushing west. But there’s just something about the south that I can’t seem to get out of. Not that I’m complaining…

Saturday I hitched a ride with writer friend, Pat Trainum (writing as Patricia Bradley) to Byhalia, MS. There I connected with good friend and former colleague, Mary Fry. I spent two glorious days with her and her family in Collierville, TN.

In the south, you never have to worry about where you’ll eat, what you’ll do for fun, or whether or not you’ll be entertained. There is ALWAYS something incredible happening that soothes my heart and makes me feel like I’ve come home. 

I always want to see the town when I pedal into a place so Mary took me to historic downtown. I wasn’t disappointed. The railroad Train at Depot
played a critical role in Collierville’s Civil War history as well. As I soaked it up, we made our way to the Square Bean Coffee Shop to take in music from a live blue grass band.

I was instantly drawn back to my childhood and to learning to play the guitar. Amazing how music offers a ride on a time machine. Far too soon, the band took a break. I was disappointed until a young, wiry little boy took the stage. He seemed shy and, if it were not for my natural curiosity for people, I’d have passed him off as performance I should avoid.

As he began to play, I began to repent. Thirteen year old Adam Miles controlled his Taylor acoustic guitar in a way I’ve never personally witnessed. When I closed my eyes, I imagined being on Blues Row in downtown Memphis. His fingers danced on the strings and produced incredible blues. His voice was the heart and soul of blues.

BlueGrass GroupAfter two songs and an encore, he humbly returned to his seat and sat transfixed as he continued to watch the band play. 

As Mary and I continued to walk around town, my thoughts continued to return to Adam. So unassuming, this young boy was the grassroots package of a southern born and bred musician. The coffee shop audience welcomed him, knowing they were in the presence of one who would one day tell the story of Southern rural America to the world.

As we headed for home, I knew I’d just experienced the essence of southern culture and I was at peace. There’s just something about the South that plants seeds and in due season sprouts a new crop of great performers. Adam Miles is one such performer. 

I never intended to spend this much time pedaling around the south. After all, I’ve lived in the south all my life. I wanted to see newStagecoach Outpost places and experience new places and cultures. Yet God brought me to my roots. Whether in Johns Creek, Georgia or Huntsville, Alabama or Collierville, Tennessee, I strangely feel at home here. There’s just something about the south that keeps me rooted and grounded.

Though my departure from Corinth has been delayed by a couple of days, I will be heading north this week. I will pedal on with a full heart and a place to call home: the South, where sweet tea, fried chicken and hospitality are in no short supply.

 

 

 

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You Know You’re In the Country…

Posted August 3, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

Tennessee State LineYesterday, I had the privilege of meeting writer, Jeff York. I traveled from Corinth, Mississippi over the windy roads to Chewalla, TN.

Jeff is an amazing man and journalist for several area newspapers, including the Daily Corinthian, the paper that picked up my story.

 Jeff writes feature stories of amazing people without even leaving his home. In fact, he can’t. He suffers from a rare disease called Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva (FOP). He is one in 2 million who suffer from this crippling disease.

 Because Jeff’s body produces bone within muscles and connective tissue, his joints have fused together. He spends most of his day bent at a 90 degree angle over his desk where he surfs then internet, interviews the people he writes about and encourages those he meets on the internet.

He was completely unassuming and feels that, while he may not be able to do some things like attend church these days, he can certainly do some things. And for that, he is grateful and gladly does what he can.

The first question he asked me after introductions was, “Where do you attend church?” Ever the evangelist, Jeff jokes about never having been able to touch the top of his head.

"It's the Blue House on the Left after the fork"

“It’s the Blue House on the Left after the fork”

Amazingly, until ten years ago, Jeff coached his church softball team that was widely feared because of the vast numbers of championships they won. Touting the orange accessories throughout his room, Jeff is quick to tell you he is a die hard Tennessee Vols fan.

Just ask quickly, he makes it clear that is not what he wants to be remembered for. He wants people to remember him as perhaps Andrew, a less popular disciple who just went about bringing Jesus and encouragement to all those he came in contact with.

Just being in his presence for a few minutes, I have no doubt he’ll be known to all just as he wishes. He stands less than four feet high but his spirit is that of a mighty oak tree.

As we left Jeff and headed down the back roads of Tennessee, a friend called from a different part of the state. We were hoping to eat lunch at someplace in that area to have a unique and original experience. Trust me when I tell you there are no fast food chains in Chewalla, TN.

My friend, Mary, stayed on the phone with me and guided us road by road to the best place to eat she knew of: her daddy’s house.

“It’s the blue house on the left after you bare left at the fork. It’s right before you get to the big barn.”

Mr Sheltons Barn2You know you’re in the country…

Mr. Shelton, a World War II veteran who had been wounded in battle three times, opened his home to two strangers. We gorged ourselves on fresh vegetables he grew in his own garden while he regaled us with stories of The War.

His daughter took us out to the barn afterwards and my mind saw my friend, Mary, as a little girl running and playing in those rolling hills that sat only a few miles from where the battles of Shiloh and Corinth had been fought.

It was so quiet, I could hear the beat of my own heart. But I also heard the heartbeat of rural Tennessee, a man who bravely served our country in the Army, and the cries of men who marched those fields in search of peace in a nation divided over a hundred years before.

As we finally drove away, I turned to my friend and said, “You know you’re in the country when someone on the phone directs you to Me on Mr Sheltons Tractortheir family’s house for a home cooked meal.”

I marveled at how they had no fear at all of letting strangers into their home and shared their food with them. Nor did they try to entertain or put on airs. They were just precious country folk who were willing to share of their bounty with travelers.

You know you’re in the country when you hear the heartbeat of America beating alive and well. What a day!

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At the Crossroads

Posted August 1, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

Corinth City Limits SingYesterday I had the privilege of speaking to several of the leaders of the community in Corinth, Mississippi. It was wonderful time but sobering as well to know that statistically, one out of every three women in our nation have been victims of violent assault of sexual abuse. 

After the luncheon, my Corinth photographer, Cheryl Meints, and I headed for downtown. We had to share a malt at the Bourroum’s Drug Store, the oldest one in the state, and touts the oldest working pharmacist. Ms.

Camille is 86 years old ans still works. I got to see her and prayed that I would look half that good when I’m her age.

We ventured to the famous Crossroads. I have heard so much about the Crossroads in the few days I’ve spent in this history rich

Inside Corinth Train Station

Inside Corinth Train Station

community and surrounding areas. I already knew how critical that place was in the history of our nation. Right there in the middle of downtown Corinth, major railroads moved north/south and east/west. During the Civil War, it was the only way to get supplies to the Confederate troops. It was literally the lifeline of the south.

The Crossroads at Corinth, MS

The Crossroads at Corinth, MS

After the Union defeated the Confederates at Shiloh just to the north, they headed south and gained control of Crossroads, effectively cutting off the rebels. Some say it was this critical Crossroads junction where the war was won.

I walked onto the railroad tracks and looked back toward the station and realized the gravity of that piece of ground. I understood how important the Crossroads were, and how vital they remain today. Both tracks are still in use today.

Many times we find ourselves at the same type of crossroads in our own life. Who controls it will determine the future. And we have the choice of which direction our journey takes us. 

I think back in my life to the many times I was at a crossroads and took the wrong turn. Things didn’t end so well. I’m sure you’ve had those in your life as well. You’re there, looking down the tracks that stretch as far as your eye can see in every direction. The possibilities are endless. Often the right direction is unclear.

The outcome of the Crossroads in Corinth, Mississippi changed the face of an entire nation. The crossroad in your life holds the same

Telegraph Desk in Corinth Train Station

Telegraph Desk in Corinth Train Station

significance. How you react to things in your life will take you in some direction. When you’re at the crossroads, chose your path wisely because it may just determine your destiny. At the least, it will shape your future.

I am so blessed to have stood on the very Crossroads that changed the course of the Civil War, and the future of this great nation we call the United States of America. I looked in each direction to the edge of the horizon and saw endless possibilities. I committed that I would chose the right path when I stand at the crossroads in my life. My prayer is that you will, too.

My time in Corinth will soon come to an end and I will be heading west to the Memphis area for a couple of days of service to the citizens of that area. I’ve learned so much during my time here. I want to say a very special thank you to author Pat Trainum (writing at Patricia Bradley) for being such a gracious host and for setting up so many engagements for me in Corinth. Pat took time from her busy writing schedule to show me this amazing place. Deadlines loom as her first novel will be hitting the bookstore shelves in February. Visit Pat at: www.ptbradley.com. 

Cheryl Meints and me

Cheryl Meints and me at Borroum’s Drug Store

I would also like to say a very special thank you to amazing photographer, Cheryl Meints, for photo chronicling my time in Corinth. I highly recommend her and the wonderful work she does. She is known as the flower lady in this area. Please visit her website and follow her blog: www.corinthrose.com. You can email her at corinthrose@gmail.com. Please check out her gallery. You’ll be as amazed as I am!

Thank you all for following this epic Road to Freedom Bicycle Tour Across America. As I reach out to women I meet along the way, I will be your arms extended.

 

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Inquiring Minds Want to Know!

Posted July 9, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

campingWhen I announced last Saturday on my blog that I’m riding cross country on my bicycle, two things immediately happened. My inbox filled with well wishes, kudos and stories from women who suffer from PTSD and other anxiety. And, I was bombarded with an endless array of questions.

It seems most folks don’t know someone who’s done something like this and they instantly morphed into curious Georgette. Questions rapid fired my way. So, I thought I’d answer some of those here.

Where will you sleep? I have a tent and sleeping bag so I’ll sleep out under the stars most of the time. However, there will be times when I will sleep in a hotel/motel to get a break and do things like laundry. Since I do have fractures in my back, I’ve opted to take a twin size Coleman air mattress. It weighs a whopping five pounds but at the end of a hard day of riding, I don’t think my two pound, inch thick backpacking mat will be the best.

What route will you take? God only knows. I know I’ll take the northern part of the country since I’ve not seen most of it but otherMan's hand pointing on street map than that, I’m keeping this entirely open. That’s part of the excitement of the trip. If I want to head down a particular road to see where it leads, I will. If I want to see Mt. Rushmore, I’ll head that way.

How far will you ride each day? Depends on a lot of things: energy level, terrain, weather, interesting environment. I don’t have a goal for daily mileage. And, since I’ll be leaving from the Appalachian Mountains, mileage will be low in the beginning. Fifteen miles a day uphill on a 10% grade with forty pounds of gear is a full day’s work.

How will you stay safe? It’s been proven that it is safer out in the wilderness alone (even for a woman) than in the city. I was abducted from a parking lot in broad daylight there. Those who mean harm typically gravitate toward populated areas with creature comforts. In addition, I serve a Big God who is fully capable of keeping me safe.

toilet babyHow will you go to the bathroom? I can’t think of this question without laughing, as if the moment I leave  four walls, I no longer have the ability to void. It’s really a simple process: drop trou (or in my case, wiggle out of sweaty spandex), squat and push. I think they are asking “where” I will do it. Well, there will be gas stations, stores and such. I’m going cross country, not to the moon. *grin*

Won’t you get lonely? The short answer is no, I have all of you! In addition to that, I have a natural curiosity about people. I’ve never met a stranger and have no doubt I’ll have lots of company along the trip. I will seek out new friends, and spend time learning their customs and history. Hardly a lonely hunt.

I so enjoy how I’ve sparked such curiosity about this trip in so many. I tease about the questions but in reality, I cherish them. Please keep them coming. Also, I really need your help getting this message out. Please share this blog with others and spread the word on Social Media. Will you help?

When was the last time you were in a situation where you had to get creative, like going to the bathroom outdoors? Let’s have fun. Share it here! 

 

 

 

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My New Adventure Announcement: Pedaling With Purpose

Posted July 6, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

CyclortouringYou may have noticed a couple of changes to my website lately. There’s a good reason. I’m following my own advice to find my own true north. I think it fitting to share this with my followers on the day after America celebrated our independence.

I’m getting ready to do something that may astound you. I’m gearing up for a solo self-contained cross country bicycle tour. I’ll be leaving soon from Appalacia headed for the west coast of Oregon or Washington. 

 

 

Solo, Self-contained

I’ll carry everything on my bike that I will need:

  • Tent and camping gear
  • Food, stove, cookware
  • Laptop Computer, camcorder, phone, camera
  • Clothes, toiletries, toothbrush
  • Tools and bike parts

 

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Because I plan on staying in a town or at a particular location and take in the local activities, I’m carrying some things that most cyclo-tourists don’t carry:

  • Hiking boots
  • Denim Jacket and jeans (usually too heavy and slow drying to carry on a bicycle)
  • Hiking Poles (can also be used as a weapon if need be)
  • Running shoes (for exercise on non-riding days)
  • Kindle (a lot lighter than a bazillion books)

 

Pedaling With Purpose


Biking Friends 2Heading down the road on two wheels is a completely liberating experience. There’s not greater freedom. There are women in our country who could never attempt such a feat. I’m not referring to a single mom of five kids. That’s obvious.

There are untold numbers of women—victims of violent assault—who live in a prison. They lock themselves up in their homes in fear. Life has all but stopped for these women. They breathe, sometimes eat and rarely sleep. They suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).

I’m riding for them. I want them to see there is life beyond the fear and there is hope for them. I know all too well about PTSD. I survived a violent assault myself. The broken bones healed well enough but the fear paralyzed me.

Fortunately, my medical/mental health team helped me overcome PTSD. I want others to experience the freedom I have every day free from fear. I want them to gain the courage to face their fear and find the freedom to take back their life.

That’s why I wrote my new book: Facing Fear and Finding Freedom. It’s also why I’m setting off across the country on a bicycle.Facing Fear Cover FINAL 6-9-13

I’ll be blogging the trip, and writing a book along the way. You can read more about my purpose on my website: www.RebaJHoffman.com. You can also see ways you can help spread the word about this amazing trip.

I look forward to having you go with me. Fortunately, you can take the trip vicariously through me and my Waterford touring bicycle that I affectionately just named Dakota.

Off we go!

So what do you think of my plan? Do you have something you doing? Share it here!

 

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Your Heart is a Hunter

Posted June 26, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

Sunlight Shining Through ForestWe live in a world of instant technology. We think that anything we could possible want to know or possess is right at our fingertips.

Who would have thought you would be able to sit at a computer, type in an address into Google maps and use satellite imagery see what color paint a total stranger selected for the outside of their house?

As fascinating as technology is, it can never take the place of the passion inside your own heart. Your heart is a hunter. It knows what you need and how you should go about meeting that need. 

Here’s what I have learned from a lifetime of listening to my heart, and Message in a Bottlemistakes I’ve made when not following its lead: 

1) Your heart will never steer you wrong. If you follow your heart, while troubles will come, you’ll be happy.

2) This world has nothing to give you that is better than what your heart will if you follow it

3) You’ll never be totally satisfied unless/until you follow your heart.

4) You’re either following your heart or someone else’s. Follow their heart and you’ll end up somewhere you never wanted to be.

5) Your heart has a better GPS than Garmin. It’s true, no matter where you are, if you’re following your heart, you’ll never be lost.

Your heart is a hunter and, like every successful hunter, it will find what you’re looking for if you allow it to be in the hunt. It may take a while but it will happen.

Eastern Continential DivideYour heart does not shout at you. It whispers to you in a gentle breeze on a summer morning. It’s a restlessness that grows inside you, making it difficult to sit still. 

In our gadget oriented, technologically superior world in which we live, it’s easy to miss the cry of your heart. Don’t allow that to happen. Take the time to be quiet and listen. 

You are not in a dress rehearsal. This is your one shot at life. Make it count.woman sailing 01 Don’t get caught up in the fast pace of technology and ignore what’s really important.

Listen to your heart and let it guide you into the life your were destined to live.

Trust me, at the end of the road when you look back, you won’t be asking how many gigabytes of memory you had on your phone or how fast your hard drive was.  You’ll ask yourself whether or not you followed your heart.

What is your heart telling you?  When you are quiet, what does it whisper to you? Share it here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Audacity: Someone Repaved Memory Lane!

Posted April 10, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

Little Girl on RoadI don’t know about you but I like to be nostalgic on occasion. I moved around a lot when I was a kid and find it settling sometimes to revisit old stomping grounds. A couple of years ago I was in Atlanta and headed up to the find the old homesteads. I have an uncanny sense of direction and had no trouble at all locating what should have been my old back yards.

Norcross Elementary School had been torn down and replaced by suburbia. Brookhaven Elementary had long since gone to that red brick school house in the sky. A state-of-the-art recreation center boldly stood in its place. Ok, so it wasn’t all bad!! J The Marta train system shook the ground beneath my feet where I’d once trod as it roared right through what used to be the woods where I’d built forts and tree houses. I was saddened by it all. While I was away, people just barged in and repaved Memory Lane!

It made me sad. Let the violins play a funeral march while I wipe the tears from my tender young cheeks. It really was disturbing. You Hilly Roadknow why? My mind’s eye viewed my world and me “the way we were” rather than who we’d come to be. It’s a natural tendency. We like things to remain the same. We resist change. We all see the past as it filters through our memory, not the way it actually was.

What I just described is precisely what prevents many people from living their dream. They try to keep their world intact when in fact, that world no longer exists. 

Our memories have a way of blocking out all the negative stuff.

When that happens, what we remember is pretty much a fairy tale. Sometimes that’s a good thing, but not when you’re planning what you’ll do with yourself for the rest of your life.

Women entrepreneurs become them many times as a result of facing the reality that the world they knew has been torn down and they’re standing smack dab in the middle of Interstate Today where Memory Lane has always been.

Perhaps that’s happening for you right now. It can be a sad moment for you but there is a way out of that gloom. You can move on to greater things in life… the life of being an entrepreneur.

"Here & Now" Road Sign with dramatic clouds and sky.When I was wandering around all choked up in what used to be my familiar stomping grounds, I saw happy families with children laughing as they enjoyed life. Only then did I realize my memories were not an accurate recap of what really happened, but rather an embellished fairy tale with princes and queens. I’d created a memory that was perfect and that made the loss excruciatingly painful. I began focusing on the beauty in the new reality and my heart was lifted. I admitted Memory Lane needed to be repaved and the new reality was actually pretty darn great!

What about your memory lane? Does it need to be repaved to make room for the interstate highway to your successful second half of life? I encourage you call the pavers and get started today!

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The Heart of an Entrepreneur

Posted April 1, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

Denim6I had the privilege recently of visiting an old abandoned textile mill in upstate South Carolina. As I walked the grounds peering into the empty buildings, my imagination saw strong men and women taking rolls of cotton and transforming them into clothing.

Today, the building stand as an empty shell and reminder that nothing lasts forever. One of the main reasons is that so many Americans have that pioneer spirit. They want to boldly go where they’ve never gone before in search of the next great thing. 

I have a pioneer spirit. I’ll bet you do, too. You have the heart of an Entrepreneur. You’re not content following in line to walk into a job you hate. No, you want to live life on your terms. 

I’ve met so many people who are heartbroken after decades of service to the same employer but today find themselves sorely unappreciated and as empty as the buildings at this old mill. One by one their faces flashed in front of me as I gazed around this abandoned mill. 

It doesn’t have to be that way. Most of them have the heart of an entrepreneur, but they are afraid. That mill was once a bustling factory, yet today it sat as an empty shell of what used to be. Fortunately, photographer Mary Denman was with me and I was able to capture my thoughts on camera.

I know many of you who so faithfully follow my blog have the heart and spirit of an entrepreneur. I’ve put together a video of my adventure just for you. I hope you enjoy it.

http://youtu.be/dNfc5Mkshxk

I would like to request that you do three things. Think of them as an investment into your future.

1) View this short video

2) Share it with everyone you know. You may have entrepreneur friends who haven’t allowed themselves to think about being one.

3) Complete the contact form to discuss your dream with me in a complimentary discovery call. 

I believe everyone deserves the opportunity to pursue their dreams. To follow their heart. To make a difference in the world in which they live. I want to help you do that.

May you always have a dream in your heart and the courage to make it splendid reality.

What’s your dream? How long have you had that dream? What’s holding you back? Share it here!

 

 

 

 

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When You Least Expect it!

Posted March 16, 2013 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

Car break downI’m in the mountains right now visiting with friends. I’m having a great time. But last Wednesday, I had just driven off from Barnes and Noble and was sitting in a line of cars waiting for my chance to pull onto the road.

Suddenly, without any warning, the SUV driving up from behind smashed right into me. My head propelled back against the headrest and I was knocked silly. A couple of seconds later, I came to my senses and realized my foot had come off the brake and was inching toward the car in front of me.

Fortunately, no one was injured and no damage was done to either vehicle. But, it reminded me how our lives can change in an instant. Completely without warning, I could have been critically injured or worse.

It placed the truth we all live with squarely in the forefront of my mind: none of us are guaranteed tomorrow. When Young Woman Holding Her Neck in Painyou least expect it, life could take a turn and change you forever.

This is an exciting proposition to me. It should be to you as well. It gives a sense of urgency to your dream, doesn’t it? Makes you want to go out and live it today, right? Well, it should. I’m not suggesting that you quit your job, sell all your personal belongings and backpack across America… necessarily.

I am saying you would be about pursuing your dream today, while you have it. Here’s why:

Your dream is too important to remain unlived. While that is incorrect English, it’ is absolute truth. Why do you think you were give a dream and today?

Author Beth K. Vogt is living her dream

Author Beth K. Vogt is living her dream

You’ll have a void in your soul until you do. You may not be conscious of it but it’s there, like a burr in a cowboy’s saddle. It keeps rubbing that horse until he gets so irritated, he bucks him off.

It sparks enthusiasm in you that creates momentum. As it grows, you’ll be an unstoppable force.

Live while it is today. Pursue your dream while you are able. Make a difference in our world while you can. In the end, you’ll be able to look back over your life with no regrets. You owe it to yourself and the world to do live the life you were destined to in a bold way.

What is your dream? Are you pursuing it? Share it here!

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