How We Got to the Moon

Drama.

In some circles (movies, music, art) it is considered an absolute necessity. In others (relationships, driving, school) it is avoided like a plague of pandemic proportion. 

There is a chemical reaction similar to the fight or flight response that take places the nanosecond tempers flare, buttons are pushed or certain words carrying emotional payloads are launched. Whether this confrontation is between two people or an army, the bottom like is that something important is taking place. Something uncomfortable to discuss. Sadly, we would rather remain in pain than change the course of our ego, bias or ignorance and agree to a solution. 

Personally I find wisdom in the adage ’no resistance - no stress’, but there are times when that simply won’t do. Something has happened, or not happened, that requires action and a quick, effective response. Not an eye for an eye, but diplomacy. Successful communication. The transfer of information and intent. As Spock might say, to serve ‘the needs of the many’.

Yesterday inside our indoor cycling dojo, the world famous PowerBarn, we took advantage of the damp, gray skies to ride (for 2:15) while watching the movie First Man. You know the story, the Space Race of the 60’s resulting in Neil Armstrong’s pronouncement that giant steps had been taken for mankind. The scene that stole the film had nothing to do with NASA, the politics of race relations and war, both simultaneously spiraling violently out of control, but with the impossible duty imposed upon Armstrong to confront the reality of the mission to his two sons. Literally ordered by his wife to tell their boys that Dad might not return from the dangerous and mathematically impossible sortie to space, they sit at the kitchen table in utter terror as the scene unfolds. I am spinning the wheels of my Fuji with watery eyes as I consider the dramatic degree of difficulty hanging over the family as the truth is exposed - and relationships strengthened, bonds solidified, love shared. 

Courage on display. Both boys make noble and mature gestures, one hug and one handshake. Mom supervises the exchange fighting back tears. I lost that battle. 

Drama. 

Work together, be flexible and ready to sacrifice. Love your brother. Check your ego at the door and pack as big a lunch as you can into the box you plan to share with your neighbor. Toast to their success and yours. And to future success. Shake hands. Hug.

Nothing happens until we muster the courage to face the reality of conflict. And then take the steps necessary for its resolution. That is how we learn, grow and create powerful relationships. 

It was also how we got to the moon.