Sleep seduced me. I spent more time with her this morning. Good. A thousand pounds of
exhaustion pulled me into the mattress, almost breaking my bed. It seemed that way. I barely arose, when the day screamed for my attention. Little did I know the demands I would face this evening.
I met with clients today. Not a common occurrence. Work requires pacing myself. I took care of myself in the afternoon, playing the guitar with a friend. Actually I taught a lengthy guitar lesson. That was fun, tapping into creative parts of me that are often neglected. Research and preparing for clients consumes my time, if I am not diligent about taking care of the little Pablo within.
The day was full, with an unexpected twist in the evening. I looked forward to attending a monthly event. It would include hearing inspiring speakers. I needed the lift, going with a friend. The attendance was sparse. Before the first person spoke, "Bob" who helped organize the event saddled up to my table. You guessed it. He asked if I would speak.
I was not happy, resentful even. I was peeved, especially since he greeted me an hour and fifteen minutes earlier. He sat at my table, while I ate dinner, chatting with me and my friend. Not a word did he breathe about needed a speaker. I have a need for fairness and told him so. After being clear on this point, I agreed, asking for paper. It was provided.
While the other fellow spoke, I wrote a five point outline, along with nine references, an introduction and conclusion. In the space of twenty-five minutes I was done. My rule of thumb during crises is do my best, leave the results up to God.
After being introduced, I strode to the microphone, notes in hand. Within seconds I was fine, in my element. I have been a public speaker for more than twenty years, since ten years old, when I ran for school secretary. Later, I served in school government, speaking at assemblies. During my teen years through adulthood I have been involved in public service, requiring talks at least once a week, often before two hundred and fifty people or more.
As I mentioned here, talking before others is like theater, which I did in high school. Saturday night turned out well.
1. I rested by sleeping in. It allows me to think clearly.
2. From a friend I received support. I am thankful when that happens. Being a professional caregiver, it is nice being on the receiving side. She listened to me as I shared concerns that troubled me. I appreciated her compassion.
3. That years of research and outlining paid off tonight, when I did unexpected public service.
4. From the feedback I got after I spoke, I am glad was able to encourage those who attended. I am mindful of the quote from Emerson on your right. If I can help others, then it makes my efforts worthwhile.
5. That even though I forgot what was written in this space earlier, I did not give up. Determination and persistence is necessary to accomplish anything.
How About You?In the conflict between water and a rock in a stream, the water wins, not by strength, but perseverance.
When was the last time you were surprised? For me, you heard mine: asked at the last moment to give a talk.
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It was kind and courageous of you to agree to speak at your event at the last minute. I recently received a less than ideal surprise. I am trying to detach from the situation and not let it define me.
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