Living a 5-Point Harness Life

MATTHEWS, NC (1:42am) – I used to race cars.

I started by racing go-carts about the same time I was taking ballet and figure skating. (I’ve always had a little trouble over-scheduling.)  The car racing started when I was 19 years old.

I love life, and I always want to drink in as much as I can.  Does it seem lately to you though that living life in this world is a little like drinking from a fire hose?  With a demanding career, a beautiful family, an active life of service – it can get to be too many good things.

I quit racing cars when I was pregnant with my first child.  I loved that race car.  It was fast.  It was dangerous.  And I was the only woman in a field of dozens of men who thought I should be up in the stands, or serving as the trophy girl.  I loved racing.

But I loved the child growing inside me so much more.  And though I tend toward reckless, even I knew racing had to go.  Sometimes you’ve got to give up a good thing for an even better thing.

What’s your “good thing” that you might need to (lovingly) kick to the curb to make room for that one “great thing?”  (I don’t mean your spouse.)

My race car was fast.  It was equipped with a 5-point harness.
I loved the way it felt strapping into that harness.  And putting on the helmet.  It felt a little reckless.  I’m wiser now, and past reckless.

But I think I’m ready for some intentional danger.  What would it look like for you to trade in a little comfort and security for a 5-point harness life?

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