Why I Have Become Addicted To These Moments – You Will Be Too
Something extraordinary happened last week. And the week before. I want more of it. Much more. It’s addictive. At work. And in life. Are you getting enough of this? Here’s what it is, and where to get it.
First, my colleague, out of the blue, made his world famous snapper pie last Monday. He cooked it in the industrial oven in the building’s kitchen, and served it up to our small team of five. From our hectic realities, we suddenly sat quietly, focused on food, talked, communed. Just for 45 minutes. Then, two days later, I received a letter. Yes- l…e…t…t…e…r. It contained sad news- the passing in the UK of an aged Aunt with whom I’d lost touch. And was written with care and great respect by someone I did not know. I re-read the letter a dozen times, felt its tactility, have filed it away.
I know this all sounds maybe a bit obtuse, but it is haunting me. You see, I loved those moments. And want more of them. I want more of:
Moments of Real
Think about it. ‘Moments of real.’ I just find that so powerful. I heard the expression- the idea- in a training session I ran in Singapore a month ago. It has sat with me- but without context or a place. And then I found it in the snapper pie, and letter from Tom.
Read on if you can be bothered. Be warned. I won’t be sharing ‘The Top Three Tips To…’ or ‘Five Ways To Revolutionize….’…. I will though be trying hard to share this powerful thought- a thought that is front and centre for me today. And the more I get it, the more I want it.
Moments of real.
How many do you have in your week, those moments of real? Not the pressured meetings, phone calls, emails, sms messages, Facebook alerts, Instagrams, Snapchats. But real moments of connection- with clients, family, friends, nature, art, of a quieter, calmer, more connected, more personal time.
Here are moments of real I have relished these past two weeks- since I started aching for them:
- The conversation I had with Alan over breakfast at our café meeting place- he’s been a client for years, a friend almost as long, and our conversations are as real as they get.
- Hand-writing a ‘thank you’ note to a stranger (introduced to me by Possums reader and friend Oscar), who made the effort to visit me, and tell me all about something I knew nothing about.
- Driving colleague Alex from work to my home mid-morning, and then the two of us ran (shuffled) for more than an hour around the harbour foreshore- talking, marveling, making plans.
- Playing dominos with an 11 year old (and cheating).
- Spending an hour with Michelle- a PR industry colleague and competitor for 25 hours, catching up, sharing war stories from the trenches of today’s industry- no posturing, no intrigue, no agenda… just sharing, respect, connection.
- My chat with another colleague, where we actually told each other the truth to the question: “How are you?” We sat in deep couches at our Kent St offices and talked an hour, and exposed our true feelings. Got to say- it felt great.
- Every morning walking out on to my deck- before the sun fully rises- and feeling the wind. There are messages for us in the wind at dawn (not an original thought – I read that 10 days ago- but here’s the rub- it IS TRUE. Give it a go).
- Standing in a bookstore thinking hard and with real intent about the right Mother’s Day purchase for a 97 year old great-grandmother.
- Eating snapper pie.
- Opening a letter- written to me with thought, respect and kindness.
No technology. No pressure. No secret intent. No personal gain. Just Moments Of Real.
I doubt this will be a heavily re-tweeted blog post, or shared widely on LinkedIn. It’s the ‘Four Lessons That Will Change Everything….’ posts that seem to get ‘socialized.’
But that’s okay- so long as at least one of you Possumites got something out of Moments of Real. I know I do. I have not fully nailed it yet… but know I want more of it, every day, in all aspects of my life. It’s dawn now. 6.18 am. The gum trees are moving. Time to take in the wind’s message for me. Moments of Real. What does it say to you? Give it a try.