First let me say that I apologize for the lack of blogs recently. I could list a series of excuses but I know you'll just tell me that moving to another state, having a small child, and working from another city is just part of life and I should suck it up; so I won't do that. I'll just say that I was inspired by something and I'm going to do better.Yesterday as I was reading through the news, I was struck by a something that I thought was going to be a distant memory in our world's history. As NASA loses funding and our dreams of going to space dwindle in the light of big brands and materials things, Virgin Galactic finally used the billions of dollars Sir Richard Branson swims in to launch the first powered flight of (the cleverly named) SpaceShipTwo.
As a child I dreamed of a world that was not global but galactic. Complete with moon cities and flying cars (after all that's what the movies sold us). When NASA launched its final mission from Cape Canaveral, a piece of me died as my childhood dreams faded in to simple fallacy. But seeing SpaceShipTwo take flight and charge towards the edge of space I was captivated and suddenly reminded that my dreams were dependent on NASA and someone making it happen for me. My space cities weren't built by me, they were built by someone else and I just got to live in them.
I was inspired by the flight as it said to me, with enough hard work and enough dreamers (and enough money) we can accomplish anything. I guess this cheesy post is about inspiration and never losing sight of your goals no matter how big they may be. Always remember, greatness is earned not found.
