The other day Monte and I were driving down our street and saw a hawk perched on top of a Ford Explorer.
We have many tall trees on our street and found it odd that a bird known for its eyesight would choose such a low spot for its perch.
A saying my mom pinned on my bulletin board growing up came to mind.
"If you want to soar with the eagles, don't run with the turkeys."
Minutes later, I saw two enormous vultures picking apart some road kill in the middle of the street.
They barely got out of my way so I could drive past them.
I got the side eye from one.
These birds weren't far apart.
The hawk and the vultures.
Are they ever?
How many times do we settle for a much worse view because it's easier, less scary and won't upset someone in our life?
We know we are capable of soaring high enough to get a better view
but we hang out on top of a Ford Explorer, telling ourselves it's fine.
It's good enough.
It's just a season.
Meanwhile, there are turkey vultures super close by ripping the guts out of what used to be a opossum. And they'll have no trouble picking you off your low perch next.
Why are we running when we could be flying?
Why are we compromising our entire view?
We may not know it but we were meant to soar.
Maybe we do know it
but don't know what to do about it.
Stop. Running. With. The. Turkeys.
They don't want you to soar.
They are so afraid you might leave the comforts of that Ford Explorer
that they make you think you could never leave.
They create so much drama you don't feel like it's the right time to spread your wings.
They are so busy trying to control your wings, they don't even think about flying themselves.
Meanwhile,
the vultures are circling.
The fact is, we live in a world with hawks and vultures and turkeys.
Soar.
Don't lower your skills for anyone.
Soar.
Don't dim your light.
Soar.
Don't lessen an inch of your awesome.
Soar.
