Image description: A large man sitting on a big chair, up on cement blocks with his feat on an ottoman covered in a red patterned blanket.
But the thing with purpose, the thing with loving what you do, is that you that you are volunteering to to, is actually work. Work that tires you out. Work that takes time. Work that is, by definition, spent energy. So, I find when I’m engaged I don’t think about getting tired but, oh my gosh, when it’s over, I’m exhausted.
Many of you know that I am part of a team that is now putting on monthly free webinars which can reach a world wide audience. We had nearly 850 cites sign up for the one yesterday, and it was exciting to do. But I’m new to the role of ‘interviewer’ and therefore spend a lot of time in preparation, I read and reread the article that the interview is based on. I think through my own response to it and then … wham, we’re on air.
Yesterday was no different. But remember, this comes at 2:00, I’ve been at the office since 7:00AM and I’ve already had meetings, written reports, worked on the next month’s article for the newsletter, answered a whack of emails and … then … we’re live!
I am NOT COMPLAINING.
I’m just saying that my sixties aren’t what I thought they’d be. I’m excited that we’re going to be visiting the Maritimes, Massachusetts, Oregon, California, Alberta and Yukon over the next few months. I’m looking forward to seeing people we know there, meeting new people, learning from seeing how other people do things and listening to hear how other people conceive issues. It’s a tremendous opportunity for growth.
I am lucky.
I know that.
But yesterday I just felt tired.
So, I curled up, in my chair, with my blankie and my cup of tea, and suddenly I felt like a man in his sixties should feel now and then, cosy.
