Have you ever milked a cow?
In 1987 I was presented with the opportunity to give it a shot at the Del Mar Fair in San Diego, California. I was 8. It seemed weird to do it in front of an audience (By audience I mean any random person walking by…remember, I was 8.) so I immediately said no. For the last 29 years I have wished I milked that darn cow and for my entire adult life when I am scared or apprehensive about trying something new I hear three little words in my head…Milk. The. Cow.
One Friday in 2006 I was passing instruments during an oral surgery feeling sorry for myself that YET AGAIN my husband would be away for the weekend, pouting behind my surgical mask. Then I realized. I should milk the cow. As soon as 5 o’clock rolled around I drove home and stuffed a bag with clean clothes and called a friend to look in on my pets for the weekend. I drove to John Wayne airport and purchased a ticket right at the counter to fly to San Francisco. The next morning I was standing on a pier as my husband’s ship pulled into the port and when he called to tell me they were docking I told him to take a look on the pier. It was a pretty great weekend. I don’t remember the little things that went wrong as much as I remember the smile on his face when he saw me standing on that pier. I milked that cow right to San Francisco and I’m so glad I did.
In case you think this mantra doesn’t really work or that I only applied it that one time here are a few pictures (in no particular order) from days I had to remind myself to milk the cow.
If you are considering a trip, an adventure, a new gig or maybe you are quite literally considering milking a cow…I am here to tell you to get that started. At least head for the barn. Whatever happens in there will be better than wishing you’d given it a shot. xoxo