It’s possible
Almost five years ago, I mentioned to Mark Cuban that I’d read his book.
In February 2014 I saw him on Twitter and LinkedIn. He’s outspoken, I thought, and really does enjoy basketball. As circles were sure to expand with social media and print media and entertainment media fame, I decided that it was nice to have someone who’d fit right along with my home crew.
I didn’t know he was into computers and had never heard of Shark Tank. I didn’t even know he’d been involved with trying to own the Cubs.
As the world turned out, my ex boyfriend, my home County and the Cubs owners had been good hearts, using their media alongside me in processing serious Chicago violations. And here Mr. Cuban was a baseball fan too! I only knew Mr. Cuban from social media and maybe an unrecalled Dancing with the Stars memory.
Nothing was impossible five years ago, and if you’re looking for inspiration:
In Spring 2014, I mentioned to him that I’d read his book. A quick, positive, bluntly optimistic real read. An honest take. As is always the case of the preferred arm around your shoulder as opposed to the biting sting of a slap, the leveled words would be much more impactful for every day consideration. And all words with a little bit party, fitting right in with me and my friends.
Nothing’s impossible, I rephrased for him. That was my take home message.
Nothing was impossible four years ago, and if you’re looking for inspiration:
Four years ago I was sitting in D.C., having fun with NFL predictions on Cyberdust, glad to be in medical research policy and advocacy. Mostly though, I was so happy with my new friends. Happy to be writing more on healthcare. Thrilled to provide the reiteration that nothing is impossible, and we can find cures, and I believe a widespread system to enhance medicine is meant to be found. Four years ago I got to enjoy Mavericks games in D.C. and was excited to be with those seeking my friendship: those in media, Hollywood, sports and computers.
I remembered that as I had placed Mr. Cuban in the home circle, he was just going to be spoken to as openly and honestly as the rest. And prayed for as much, too.
Nothing’s impossible. How do I know this? Because even though a complete disaster could’ve met us in 2013, strangers reciprocated honest friendship and we changed paths together. Seems like it wouldn’t be plausible, yet it was. Seems like we’d only be a good match for awhile, or superficially, yet we became good matches for life.
It’s possible to take a looming disaster and avoid the real bad stuff, honestly and openly and in full public view. It’s possible that an even better future awaits.
Nothing was impossible three years ago, and if you’re looking for inspiration:
Three years ago I was in Minneapolis, going through the motions of a new life, going through new ways to stay close to healthcare and the Mavericks, sharing some real bad things that happened in that pre-2014 Chicago employer time with brutal honesty.
But that emotional period didn’t turn anyone away. Nothing’s impossible, and even those days of vulnerability and falling in love didn’t turn strangers now friends back.
Nothing’s impossible, and some real cool concepts in medicine were starting to become much more permanent. Like CRISPR and foundations of Affordable Care.
I was honest and I was still so thankful for media friendships like Mr. Cuban’s.
Nothing is impossible, not even falling in love with frustrating (and at times annoying) others tech and Hollywood. Not even sharing that to Mr. Cuban.
Nothing was impossible two years ago, and if you’re looking for inspiration:
Two years ago I was ready to get going. The backseat my career had taken in order to straighten out the Chicago mess, keep up a good sports superstition with everyone online and generally regroup had become enough.
Nothing’s impossible, I reminded myself as I reached out to include global friends from so many countries. We all need better access, delivery, systems, cures, treatments and regenerative/restorative innovation.
I was tired of others trying to handle my living and career locations, yet I reminded myself to be patient. All things are possible in time. Look closely, and you’ll see the Mavs chilling along.
The best medicine for our world must include everyone. So I expanded and emphasized that the best system in healthcare for delivery and for cures includes all countries.
What’s a girl to do but tell the truth and hope the world joins in?
Nothing’s impossible, and my inspired self knows this because of Mr. Cuban.
Our amazing world gladly accepted my team Captain picks and now we work hard not to exclude anyone for our global health.
I love our world.
Nothing was impossible last year, and if you’re looking for inspiration:
Last year I was super hurt. My day to day career had become seemingly a shadow, a cast of what it could have been. This happened as others tried to take hold. As others struggled to determine how and why I’m curious enough to spend free time on my intuition. This happened as others struggled to get comfortable with my healthcare voice online, in a global forum, with sports superstitions.
Like every year, last year there was so much hurt going on in the world. So many people affected with different kinds of hurt than I. I was upset that I kept talking about things related to me, and I was upset in general. I was upset that our governance opted to forgo a buffer and instead threw public health hazardous kerosene on the hurt. I was upset that perhaps this friction could not be healed fully.
If nothing is impossible, if anything is possible, why were all my inspirational friends okay with roadblocks on my paths? Why didn’t they want those possibilities to come to fruition?
Why didn’t others see that honesty in media spotlight was a much better move? Acknowledgement a better direction? Transparency in love, even alongside fame as is the much more realistic eventuality, not to be delayed inefficiently further?
This confusion and mismatch seemed insurmountable. To be honest, it seemed impossible to overcome. Especially the trust factor and the negative energy.
Yet, nothing is impossible.
Everyone always repeats quotes and words and phrases and, whether the originator or the recipient, we cling to those words as the inspiration. In time, however, we see that the true inspiration is the orator’s actions. You may read How to Win at the Sport of Business a thousand times. Every day you turn a page you may sit right next to the author and discuss some inspirational move forward in life. Still, the true breadth of possibilities will only be realized in reflection of actions.
We always think the biggest inventions and most obscure physics philosophies are the most improbable and impossible feats. Only when faced with the realities and intricacies of human relationships, of daily life, of vulnerabilities that accompany personal bonds, do we find that pessimistic, fatalistic and unforgiving tendencies threaten to be the most impossibly avoided.
And that is exactly why, when one has decided on exploring all of life’s possibilities with great friends, one remembers the actual inspiration.
So I remembered and reflected.
No, I didn’t get what I wanted these past couple of years. That’s okay, I’ve never had the cures or treatments or public health quality I truly want. Patience continues. If I had bid for a baseball team and didn’t get to own one, I would’ve had to wait for a better match.
No, I didn’t get what I perceived could’ve been best for everyone these past couple of years. I didn’t get to explain why I believed my own choices for my life would’ve been best, either. That was a learning experience for myself and for others. If I had believed others would’ve benefited from my baseball ownership and they realized it only after my leadership elsewhere, I’d have to understand that this was all in the cards. Maybe the actual greater impact on all of us is the lesson we take home.
No, I didn’t get what I believed to the be the best plan. But maybe I didn’t know the importance of the greater plan. Maybe my friends the roadblockers didn’t know the importance, either. Had I tried to own a baseball team and subsequently dwelled on my exclusion, I would never have gotten to own in the right sports medium, proved myself at the table with the right group of owners, changed the sport for the better with the right voice and impacted good hearts in the community, for all the good reasons I chose.
No, I didn’t take some of my perceived loss with grace these past few years. That’s because it is incredibly hard to see what you’ve laid out and built up roadblocked not once, but twice. It’s nearly impossible not to harden within the shell of a life laid out by others, through their control attempts. It’s nearly impossible not to regard involved loved ones in a different light.
Nearly.
Then again, you’re looking at an inspired girl.
Is it impossible to stay ones’ self, given the obstructions and barricades that threaten to depress or disengage? No, it is not impossible. Find yourself an inspiration if you don’t believe me. All I have to do is look at actions from mine.
Is it impossible to view and regard new friends and new loved ones the same, after control and contempt and general dysfunction sets in for awhile? No. It is not impossible. In fact, quite the opposite, the same respect and admiration filters through once again, having journeyed together through rocky surface. Trust and respect are there, too.
Is it impossible to time travel and erase moments, even years of disagreements and friction? I’m sure it’s not impossible. But I’m also sure in this particular case, in the case of my life, that travel is unnecessary.
Why go back in time for a home run when a future grand slam….or even a slam dunk…awaits?
Nothing is impossible.
The incredibly difficult feats of finding perspective, of examining big picture, of waiting out the time, of sorting through rationales on disappointments are possible. Even the seemingly insurmountable feat of eventual honesty on the beautiful reasons the roadblock and redirection were allowed is possible.
Let science fiction technology and quantum physics take the limelight all they must.
And then reflect on the most important in inspiration: The ability for one to understand true reasons and true significance to his or her unexpected life directions. The ability for one to accept an amazing, authentic, inspirational life.
Sweethearts, it’s possible.
Nothing is impossible this upcoming year. If you’re looking for inspiration, how about joining me in baseline tickets sometime? We’re both off that day. I’ll buy the peanuts and crackerjack. The fireworks scoreboard awaits.