I was in the post office yesterday. The woman helping me noticed my flying pigg T-shirt. She looked at my last name on the envelope, Pigg, and looked again at my shirt and proclaimed, “Oh, I get it.” That launched us into a conversation about flying and the fact that I’m a pilot. She said her ex-father-in-law was a pilot and that she’d flown with him on several occasions. Said she’d had fun doing it. 

As I started to walk away from the counter, she asked if I really enjoyed flying. Without thinking, the words “It’s what I live for” fell out of my mouth. She looked at me kinda funny, as if she didn’t expect my response. I felt kinda funny, because I didn’t expect that kinda response either. It was as if there was a direct line from my heart to my mouth that bypassed my brain. No processing of information. No consideration of fear or other considerations. Just truth.

So I’m curious about your truth. If for a moment you could throw away the tribal script we’re all raised with, the one that tells us how we should live our lives, and really LIVE your life, what would you live for?

Carpe Diem