I’m running around, in advance of a call, first thing this morning.
Literally running around the house.
The joys of working from home mean that I’m cramming in a quick shower, some essential laundry, a hot drink… and dashing upstairs to get sorted in my office before it’s time to start.
From the outside, you’d be forgiven for concluding I was a bit disorganised, a bit hyper – not really in the best place to settle into a conversation with a client.
On the inside, I’m not worried.
I know the minute I’m sat there at my desk and I let them in from the online waiting room, I’ll be calm and quiet and open; an empty vessel.
I don’t know why but I’ve never had a problem with this. I mean, I suppose I see it as my job, and I’m a professional, so why wouldn’t I? It’s what people pay me for: to listen, to be present, to help them get out of their head and into the space of insight.
Because that’s where we find the answers they’re looking for.
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I’m chuckling to myself, reflecting on all of this. How it works. How rushed things seem right now, and how it’ll all be completely different in a few minutes. The fact that at the click of my mouse, whatever mood I’m in, I can (and more importantly, do) put it all to one side, in the name of service.
Calm is just there. All the time. Underneath the noise of thinking. Like deep, still waters below the ever-moving surface.
And that’s really easy to see in this situation – every time I sit down for a call. I never question it and I know I can depend on it.
And then it occurs to me. (In the shower, I think.)
Hang on… if I can do this sitting down with another person, so flippin’ effortlessly…
🤔 😐 😲
Sheeeeeeeit, potentially I could be bringing this level of calm to everything!!
I mean – we all could!!
And that one hit me so hard, it almost slowed me down.
💟
Giles
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