Six days back at work…after a two week vacation.
Tension. Decompression. Recharge. Ramp-up. Escalation. Full engagement. Tension.
Full loop restored.
And, cycle time is compressing year over year.
Meetings. Emails. 2013 Planning. Events. Phone calls. Problems. Opportunities. Running. Faster.
In a momentary gap in my schedule…a mental image of this photo flickers by…a photo tripped into during the recharging phase of vacation. Image darts in and out for days. Pulling me back to a time when life was simpler. When picking sweet, juicy Bing cherries and filling the bucket was the task of the day.
I am here on purpose...
Melody Beattie is whispering to me now…
Realize I’m where I am on purpose, even if it’s an accident. Sometimes the most trivial things that happen to us are more important than we believe. When I look for the big, the exciting and the momentous – I leave empty-handed. When I surrender to the present moment, understanding the sheer magnificence of each of these in my life – even those that suck — and then follow that with gratitude, my wheelbarrow overflows.
I am here on purpose…
My three minute sabbatical refreshes.
On to the next meeting.
A challenging client plans to re-engage and double his commitment. He’s gushing about his future prospects. I’m pulled along with his euphoria.
I jump onto a call with a former colleague. He is referring a friend and he thought that “our firm and our team offered him the best career growth opportunity.”
I run into a team member in the hallway: “You look so stressed? Anything I can do to help?” She thanked me for my concern and responded: “No Dave. On the contrary. We are a few minutes from making significant headway on…“
The Boy is back…running on the beach. With a smooth and easy gait. Gentle summer breeze blowing through his hair. Sand oozing in and out between his toes. Running for no other reason than to get to the other side.