I was lost.
In the cornfield.
This was supposed to be fun. It was anything but fun for me.
I started to panic.
I yelled and no one responded to me......
Where was I? How did I end up getting separated from the people I came here with, and why could no one hear my voice?
The corn was in late season of summer. The stalks in the field I was lost in were well above my head.
I started to run.
I could not catch my breath.
Weird thoughts started to enter my psyche. Would I die in this cornfield? How would they find me?
Would my body be decomposed when they find me, or alive -- and barely hanging on?
It was before cell phones. I was alone and panicked.
Nothing but my brain, my emotions, and my nervous energy -- were with me that late afternoon......in the cornfields of Middlebush, NJ.
I came out.
Found my way.
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Being lost in a cornfield is alot like starting a company.
You can run everywhere. You can sprint through the rows of endless cornstalks and still be lost......never moving forward or backwards.
Rather, you run in a big circle.
Thinking you make progress, but you dont.
But, you dont know it. You dont know how you are doing. There is no compass, and there is no daily GPS system to track you.
There is no one to tell you. No one to guide your journey.
No one to hold your hand.
So you wait.
You look for signs. Signs from employees. Signs from clients. Signals from prospects.
You look at your pipeline of business. The roadmap.
And, still you seem and feel as though the cornstalks are super high around your head, not allowing you to see....
You still seem as though you can't see the full path to win, or to remove yourself from the eternal riddle of the cornfield.
And, you plow on.
Nervous.
Running at times, walking at others -- but constantly in a state of insecurity.
Anyone who starts a company that is not a "little nervous" or is not insecure in their concept, execution or path -- is simply deluding themselves, and others, and they should not be fully trusted.
We are ALL lost in the cornfield.
In one way or another.
The real question for many of us, is -- once you get out of the journey......do you want get yourself back in to the cornfield, to be lost yet again?
If you leave the, insecurity of the cornfield too early, do you somehow, someway, or in some weird way -- yearn to feel that "nervous, anxiety ridden, insecure, paranoia" emotion, again?
We all face it.
Children who walk out of the door to go to college. Never to return the same way they left.
Leaving a job.
Leaving a spouse.
Leaving something, anything we cherished.
Moving on, personally -- or professionally.
It's all a cornfield.
We are all in it.
Till we are not.
And, then once we leave it -- the safety and security we sought, may not exist.
In MY PERSONAL CORNFIELD the stalks around me are all are high. Towering far above my head....
And, it has become the weird place in my life....
I am most comfortable.
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