We just moved house.

Wow. What a place. I mean, this new house is spectacular. Funnily enough, it wasn't really even close to what we thought we'd end up with, but there are those decisions that blindside you and send your life careening off in a different direction.

But that's not the point here.

Getting to this new house was tough. In every sense of the word. The decade of financial building (yes, it took a solid 10 years to get to where we are); the mortgage approval, with 2 business owners; and the move itself (which was... complicated - to put it mildly)...

The past few months, years, decade, have been strangely leading us towards this unknown destination. The house we didn't know we'd have.

Here's the kicker.

There was a surprise in store.

You see, our new house is situated right next to Calgary's main regional airport. It's a humming place, full of some of the best flight instructors in the country. I knew this when we moved in, but I didn't realize how much this would become a part of the lesson I believe I am in the middle of.

Days after we moved in, a friend of ours came to visit, and mentioned in passing about the Wings over Springbank Airshow - July 23rd and 24th of this year. To say I was excited was an understatement. I've always had an affinity for planes, and have spent a good portion of my life either working around them, dreaming about them, or flying in them.

This past weekend was absolutely unbelievable. We sat on our deck and watched performance after performance, plane after plane. Same shows, 2 days in a row, and I lived and breathed all of them (never have I sat on a deck for so long just waiting). My family say I acted like a 2 year old in a candy store the entire weekend - they're probably not wrong.

So picture this: plane lover, who has said every year since she was old enough to know what it was, that she was going to get her pilot's licence, moves into house RIGHT next to one of the best training facilities in Canada, is treated to one of the best air shows in Canada less than 3 weeks after moving in... If I didn't know any better I'd say there's a message here. More like a HUGE, BRIGHT, NEON SIGN - now is the time. Just go and do it.

These past few months have been hard. Both on our family, on our finances, and on my sanity (the house was just the tip of the iceberg). But here's the thing, team. You don't get to choose your problems.

Read that again:

You don't get to choose your problems.

Challenges come to all of us. Every. Single. One of us. No one can escape the shitty things that come our way, that blindside us at 2am in the morning, and leave us desperately tired from worry. No one.

And you don't get to choose which shitty problem you get. Maybe it's financial, maybe it's family, maybe it's death, maybe it's unexpected life, maybe it's house, maybe it's children... Buckle up team, because problems are always on the way. And we don't get to choose what they are.

But here's the thing.

We DO get to choose what we make of them. We DO get to choose whether or not we walk through the doors of opportunity that our problems create. And make no mistake, ALL of our problems create opportunity. Opportunities to learn something about ourselves (I recently discovered that I do, in fact, have a backbone), opportunities to try something new, opportunities to finally do that "thing you've always wanted to do".

Your hopes and dreams will only come to life if YOU, YES YOU, choose to walk through the doors that open for you.

You don't know what problems are waiting for you, and you certainly don't get to choose them. But you do get to choose if you live in fear of what comes next, or if you step up, and take a good leap (or cautious tiptoe if you need to), into what might happen next.

I am going to go and talk to the training centres at the airport next week. I am going to feel a bit like a fool. I am going to stumble over my words. I am going to doubt whether or not the reality will live up to the dream, and I am going to wonder (multiple times), what the ever loving fudge I am getting myself into. But I'm going to do it.

So I ask you - what opportunity has opened up for you this week? Of all of the doors that are in front of you (think Matrix style), which one has a glimmer of light peeking through a crack? That's the door that's ready for you, my friend.

Come on - let's go and awkwardly tiptoe through a door together... Who knows what we'll find on the other side...

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