Have you ever had a near hit? Most people think about near misses – barely avoiding disaster. I think of near hits – barely missing success. Near hits when I was so close to the sweet spot of life and didn’t even realize it.
One of those near hits was about 20 years ago when I left a corporate job to start a food truck called Health Wagon Concessions. I sold healthy treats at fairs and events. I thought surely people would want healthy alternatives to the deep fried foods offered at the fair. How wrong I was. People give themselves permission to indulge when they go to these once a year events. Sales at Health Wagon were dismal and after two summers I was out of business. My daughter told me my idea was before it’s time and I believe it. Look how popular food trucks are now! Of course most of them still sell junk food. I remember the first time I saw deep fried vegetables at the fair. I thought why didn’t I think of that?! It would make a perfect transition food to the raw veggies I was trying to get people to buy.
So along with my failed business also went my resolve to stay on the health wagon. My health and career spiraled downhill. I adopted the attitude of if you can’t beat them, join them and I went back to looking forward to elephant ears and sugar laden lemonade at the fair too.
That experience was a near hit. I was so close to my passion and didn’t even realize it. Even though I fell off the health wagon both in my health and career, neither thought ever completely left me. It has been nagging at me all these years to get it together. And like sleeping beauty waking from a food coma, I am left with 20/20 hindsight and the realization that it’s never too late to pursue your dreams. I was three feet from gold and unlike the guy who sold his dream to someone else in the Napoleon Hill story, the gold is still there, waiting to be mined.