Whatever It Takes To Get Out the Door

Cheri, the animated blond who loves on my little boy while I’m at work every day, has a “Whatever it takes to get out the door policy.”

Meaning she will take kids who are unwilling to part with their slippers or pajamas.

And that it’s okay if they arrive wearing a cowboy hat or a cape or a tutu with jeans.

Or if they are clutching a toy light saber, a half-naked Barbie or the remnants of their breakfasts.

Cheri’s point is this: Those tiny distractions and everyday hassles shouldn’t be allowed to delay the more important purposes of the day.

So bring the blankies and the handfuls of crumbly goldfish and get on with the significant.

Sometimes I find myself wishing more adults could adopt Cheri’s motto into their life processes as well.

Too many times dreams stir inside us, noble ventures calls us toward action, and we find silly barriers—unimportant, insignificant excuses—to keep us from chasing them.

We—and the world we live in—would be much better served if we would just do “whatever it takes to get out the door.”