Siblings

Yesterday, I caught Payton and Luna laying nicely together. This is quite the rare occurrence around here. Usually, Payton is following Luna around the house terrorizing her in one way or another. It reminded me of my own early relationship with my brother.

As you probably already know, Brother Dean is currently one of my best friends. We chat several times a week, try not to go more than a month or two without seeing each other and of course, run races together whenever possible. This, however, wasn't always the case. You see, Brother Dean and I have near polar opposite personalities. He's a gregarious, social, musically inclined individual with a heavy dose of ADHD tendencies. I'm introverted, introspective, logical to a fault and I could easily spend two weeks locked in a mountain cabin reading an engrossing book.

As children, these two personality types didn't mesh well. Dean wanted me to play interactive games with him and I just wanted to climb into a cubby hole and play alone. He wanted to have big parties with lots of friends (both of us have September birthdays) and I wanted to climb into a cubby hole and play alone. He wanted us to race around Disney world and I wanted to climb into a cubby hole... Okay, I think you get the point.

The great news is that the tie that binds us is motivation. We each have completely different areas of interest, degrees and fields, but we are movers. We don't talk about things, we do them. For us, the separation between dreams and reality are in the details. We've decided that it's likely a genetic mutation that allows us to feel no fear when we should probably be terrified, but action is addictive. Plus, it helps to know that there's always someone there who will push you onward and support you even when what you're saying seems improbable.



If I were to call Brother Dean up tomorrow and say that I wanted to climb Mt. Everest, he would listen, process and then help me start formulating a game plan. So, to my dear Brother Dean, thanks for having my back.