Have you ever felt like the world, universe, powers above, or some unseen force is trying to tell you something? Every once in a while I’ve had a set of experiences or circumstances that make me question if they’re correlated and if I should be finding some apparent meaning. I usually end up creating a ridiculous analogy to process the events to try and internalize the potential meanings. The most recent set of strange compatible experiences revolve around the majestic and deadly hawk.
I’d love to know your thoughts and hear your stories of “the universe must be telling me something,” and if anything valuable ever came from it. The three hawk experiences we’ll dig into today, all occurred within the past year. The most recent event was just a couple days ago. I’m going to work my way backwards starting with the most recent experience, and it’s going to be a good old fashioned hawking good time.
The Quack, The Shriek, and a Close Call
My clan and I are luckily enough live by a river, and the river has an awesome trail that goes for miles and miles. It’s a blessing that had been underutilized until I got laid off because of the Coronavirus pandemic. Thanks weird stupid life altering deadly virus for helping me get healthier and fall in love with a river trail. We’ve had been on plenty of walks down the trail over the years, but not with any consistency. I’ve said it before in detail, but the pandemic has been a nutso blessing in many ways. If the net result means I end up losing my house in 6 months, I’ll likely feel a little different. But, for now – things are rad and I am grateful for the time to build businesses and be with my family.
The very day I got laid off I hit the trail hard with my two older boys. Then we started going everyday. That pattern has morphed into walking and running parade that we do everyday with the whole family. I’m convinced that one action has greatly helped the whole family in the psychological war of change that has occurred in 2020.
A couple days ago we had just finished one of our run stints and I heard a shriek above. I’ve known that sound for as long as I can remember because of the Disney film The Sword and the Stone. Haha. Near the beginning and the end of the movie, there is a hawk flying around being a meany face. The cry of a hawk is a distinctive sound. Unless there was an academy award winning squirrel up in the trees, I knew there was a hawk nearby.
The shriek echoed again down the river. It was somewhere right above me, but I couldn’t spot it. Just then, it swooped down right over our heads. The thing scared us good, and we all jumped in our pants! Followed immediately by my face auto spitting out: “Woah crap!” Haha. Good to know what comes out of my mouth on a surprise basis in front of my children. Could have been much worse.
It turns out those shrieks were like a war cry, which doesn’t make sense at all to me when I found out what it was trying to catch. I guess if you’re a bad mutha hawk, you don’t need to be sly. This hawk was straight up screaming down to its prey “Hey! I’m coming for you. I’m a hawk. You’re not. Good luck fool.”
Guess what it was going for?! A duck! The hawk swooped down and went to attack and eat a freaking duck! Haha! As it turns out, this Hawk was a little too arrogant this time. The duck made some wild angry quacks and got away from the clutches of death just in time. It really got me wondering if hawks have ever taken out small pets, because that was a big duck! Anyone out there ever lose a little fifi or a spot to a hawk? I’m sure that is just an internet search away, but I don’t think I want to look.
Analogy for this one… Um… “don’t go for more than you can swallow.” Dangit. I hate that analogy. I love buffets.
The Stare Down
The second hawk experience happened a few months ago. I was walking out of my my front door, most likely do to something vastly important for the world, like buy more Diet Mountain Dew. Or as my buddy Jer calls it, Dewsky. By now some of my genetic make-up is probably owned by the Pepsi company because of my Diet Dewsky issues. Jer is also obsessed with hawks and is apart of a hawk watch society. Maybe I’ll join someday, but for now the hawks seem to be coming for me. Wow, anyway.
I walked out of my door and immediately could sense something moving to my left. I looked over, and about twenty feet away was a hawk staring me down. It was slightly off putting. I’m the human, aren’t I supposed to feel superior in a moment like this. Again, hawks just have this air about them. “Hey, I’m a freaking hawk. Yeah, in your lawn fat man. Whatta you gunna do about it?” Hawk mafia. “Eh ah the boss wants you to know that he’s not happy, and when he’s not happy, he eats you. And… I’m the boss. And… I’m a hawk.”
To make it all the more intimidating, the hawk then clenched its talons, which made the bird it was holding writhe in pain. Yeah, it was holding it’s prey and just glaring at me! “This is what I’m gunna to do you Benny if you don’t make good on your promise, capisce?” It felt like an hour passed by frozen in this moment. Just a bearded portly guy standing on the edge of his front porch, not fully knowing what do to. I’d occasionally look away from the glaring hawk, looking around for a some kind of guidance on what do to. Like something was going to appear to tell me if I needed to make an offering to the hawk or something.
In reality, it was probably more like 3 minutes all together, the hawk clenched the poor bird again, and then flew off. I stood there for a moment not sure how I should be feeling. Haha. The analogy here is not an analogy at all, but maybe I should just once and for all join the mafia. I have a great Italian last name for it. I have some friends that refuse to call me by my first name, because my last name is fun to say, “Lapioli.” It also probably just reminds them of eating ravioli and canolis. “Eh Lapioli! On behalf of the world wide network of mafia’s, we don’t accept intimidated by hawk wussys.”
The Hawk Had What?!
Now for the grand hawking finale! About a year ago, I was driving on the freeway headed into work for the morning. Suddenly, only several feet above my car was a hawk. It was flying across the freeway at an angle. The dang thing made me jump! What is it with hawks trying to scare the crap out of me?
But get this, in its talons it had a snake. A big and pissed off snake! It was wiggling around like a chicken doing a dance at a polka party. That doesn’t make any sense. It was wiggling around like a snake that was about to be eaten by a hawk that was flying over hundreds of cars speeding down a freeway at 9 o’clock on a Friday morning!
Also interesting to note, there was 4 other little birds chasing after the hawk. What in the love were those birds doing? Hoping to get a couple bites of the snake once the hawk dug in? Maybe they thought it was a really big worm and just instinctively started chasing it down. It was seriously a surreal thing to witness.
We See What We Want To See
So what do you think? Is the universe telling me something? Either way, you know what I’m religiously telling myself these days: I Will Thrive. In that attitude, I should be more like a hawk. I don’t want to be arrogant, but I should have a certainty about me. Like there’s no question that I’m going to achieve my financial goals and my desire to make an impact. It’s simply who I am.
If you see me standing in your yard, tightly grasping a burger (my prey), staring you down as you walk of your front door, then right before you call the cops – you should at least have the thought “Man that guy knew exactly who he was and what he was doing, no doubt.” Or, ff you see me trying to go after more than I can swallow, then perfect. I’d rather be that person than someone that never left the tree.
That morning on the freeway an analogy presented itself quickly. If life was like The Hawk, The Snake, and the Chasers, then which one would I want to be? I’ve already been the person looking on at other people’s successes wishing I could be them. Now- I refuse to be someone that’s just an observer or the person that only ends up getting the scraps of whats left over from others. I will not be one of the chasers.
I’ve also been the person that gets eaten alive by circumstance. This year has managed to do that to a lot of people. Life events and even the people around us can start to make us feel like they’re about to pick a nice spot on the other side of the freeway and devour us. Yet, we can all find the inner resiliency that’s inside of us. It’s there, I promise you it’s there. I really think we were all born with it. We just have to uncap it. Then, we can be our best selves regardless of circumstance and find a way to thrive. It just takes good old fashioned discipline, and the proper tools to become the strongest version of ourselves. I will not be the snake.
We Can Become Who We Want To Become
So yeah, if it’s not clear – I want to be the hawk. The maxim, motto, and mantra of I Will Thrive lines up perfectly as a method to become that person. The I Will Thrive ideology is up for grabs for anyone. So far, it’s been doing wonders for me. It’s a wonderful and simple tool to start building better discipline on how we picture ourselves. If you really want to immerse yourself, I’ve got a free I Will Thrive ebook you can grab HERE, which leads to a page with a sweet offer including the I Will Thrive t-shirt. It is the perfect place to start a journey on becoming more like a freaking hawk.
Hawk on my friends! Hawk on!
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