Reset.
As I pulled out of the driveway I thought, let's hit reset on the trip odometer and see how many miles this back and forth trip will be when it is done. When I got home I had done a total of 194 miles. It is 65 miles to the race track, about the same back of course, so that means I drove about the same 65 miles around the curves of the track.
When you are prepping to drive on a race track, at least for me... is one of those those nerve racking things... that leading up you are in knots, you are stressed, you worry the car will fail, worried you will fail, worried you will crash... worried something really bad might happen.
When you are done on the race track, at least for me... is weight lifting, stress relieving, powerful energy building of... yeah I just did that... and I got to do it for 65 miles that night.
I felt like I hit reset on me.
Since then my life trip odometer has gone a tad more than 194 miles. I am realizing more and more that I have to find more times to hit reset. Maybe I can't go to the track weekly (that would be cool though) but I need to be able to look around, enjoy things, be present, and enjoy life more.
When I am on the track, just Me and My Z, I zone out a little, I smile more, I grit my teeth hard in the corners, I talk to my car and whisper sweet nothings to her to keep going, I just enjoy my car, my hobby, my time.
As a parent your identity gets tied to your kids, or as a leader it gets tied to your work, there are so many things in this world taking your time, and trying to take your identity.
With all the changes coming in my life with work, new boards, leaving boards, kids school, family, etc... I need to measure my mileage, check on my mental health, and I need to hit reset. So maybe here we go, time to refreshed.
Reset.