Yes, Unhinged, I know that the answer is "well, you are a Cub fan, so that'spretty self-explanatory"...but that leads me here...
We just got back from a visit to the great started of Montana. Spent time across the southern part of the state, from Billings to Missoula. Beautiful country of you've never seen it.
While we were there, Mrs. Cap made mention of making a move. She talked about where she could see herself living one day. She recommended that I go talk with a couple friends about learning to be a cowboy so we could live there.
But she had no idea what I've been pondering...
For the past 20 years, I've had a dream of owning/running a retreat/conference ranch. A place that would ultimately be available for up to 150 guests at a time. A place where we could host leadership trainings, pastoral conferences, offer free sabbatical stays, and, it sounds crazy, but host rodeos.
When we were there, I contacted the two friends who my wife said need to give me "cowboy lessons". I asked what they thought about Montana. They both said "You say the word and we'll come with you."
I was shocked.
I had lunch with one of those friends today. Told him that I was seriously thinking about Montana in the next few years. Then, I told him about my grandiose dream of a retreat/conference ranch. He looked me dead in the face and said "Did I ever tell you THAT was my dream? When do we go do this?"
I was shocked...again.
Talked with a third friend about it this morning. Talked to him about some ranch land I've already looked at with some of the ideas I have about the business.
He asked "When do we leave to do it?"
Another moment of stunned silence.
The other "cowboy" got a phone call this afternoon. We talked about the dream. He said "Tell me when and we'll load it all up and join you."
Wow...three discussions...three men who would all serve specific roles in the overall business...three men whom I would trust my life with...three men ready to make it happen and ready to put up money for their ownership stake.
And then...Mrs. Cap came home after a workout and said "The strangest thing just happened. I was listening to a song and some program came on in the middle of it. I only got to hear about 5 minutes of it, but it basically said that whatever my husband's dream is, I need to be there alongside him, ready to move. So, is there a dream you need to tell me about?"
Yeah...there is...
So, I told her.
This wasn't a conversation we could have had even two years ago. Then, she would have told me something about how it was irrational and a fool's errand and how I've never done anything like that before and that it would likely just fail and we'd be left penniless.
But tonight, she said "You can do this. I love the vision. How would you feel if you didn't get to see it reach that vision? What if it wasn't all the way where you dreamt by the time you retired or died?"
And I told her "I don't expect it to do all that I dream in my lifetime. But in the lifetime of [Cowboy 1] and his son...or our oldest...yes, I can see it reaching that point. I can see this as a generational opportunity.
And she responded with "Whatevwr you decide, I'll be right there beside you."
And I believe it. I have dreams. I have a vision. And for the first time ever, I believe that she is with me...not against me. And THAT feels good.
Unhinged, maybe I'm not so crazy after all.
But really, who am I kidding? I am nuts...