8th of April
It’s a regular day at the office. As regular as it can be given the fact that the office is actually MY office and that it opened exactly one month ago.
As ordinary as it can be with phone calls every hour to check on kid number 2 who has missed the spring camp because he did not meet the required age, therefore he spends the day on his own or with me in the same office, totally in love with his Nintendo.
On such a common day at the office I usually discover how new all this is to me, how fun and how scary it is to play full out beyond the comfort zone.
I twist and sing between 3 e-mail addresses with blinking Inboxes, I tick off my morning check list, I ponder upon priorities and pebbles, I slurp noisily a sip of my afternoon coffee dressed with a square of caramel chocolate. I keep an eye on the Facebook activities, I lookup content information for my trainings, I answer the phone, I go back to the e-mails.
“Dear S, I apologize for having been silent. We are OK. Some other people are not. Psychologically it is hard to digest what happened. Life is taking over, we are all working hard to rebuild the airport. Thank you. Your concern and your compassion is surely comforting us.”
I re-read this message for about 10 times.
Immediately after the news hit the media about the attacks in Brussels I expressed my emotions in a short message sent to somebody I worked with not a long time back in the airport world. My prayer was answered. My genuine intention was to tell those wonderful people that I was thinking about them and that I hoped from the bottom of my heart that they would find the inner strength that would bring them forward towards light.
As I stop fidgeting on this ordinary day at the office, it strikes me: we all have an impact on the people around us and far away from us. We are a source of inspiration to many. We are obviously writing down our own stories but how many of us are aware of the stories we write on post-it pieces of paper in other peoples’ lives? How many of the e-mails and Facebook emoticons and comments help shape one’s day, one’s week, one’s life?
As I take a deep breath on this ordinary day at the office I give thanks for this extraordinary day at the office.
I look around and I count my endless sources of inspirations: my kids, my husband, the florist across the street, the guys from Ikea, the lady at the phone from the office supply service, the picture of my mom, the few words from my dad I wrote myself on a black chalkboard cup of coffee, my books, the JMT’ers, my fellow coaches from the Coaching Academy, my mentors, my friend who passed by today, the guy who works on my flyers, the mastermind group, my Shining Diamond Monchicchi.
We are impregnated with each person we meet or not, with each thing we do or not, with each word we use or keep silent.
Make sure you choose Light and Love in all of them and spread them whole heartedly. They will be returned some day… when you least expect it and when they are mostly welcome.