I’m afraid of success. I think. Not sure exactly.
In teaching yesterday afternoon, here in St Louis, while my colleague was speaking, I had these little moments where I did a quick inventory of my life.
It went something like this.
“Am I a living example, a role model so to speak, of the concept I just spoke about”?
There’s a “thing” I have with many professional speakers – much talk, little action. I’d like to be a professional speaker with much action and little talk.
I poured myself out, giving everything I had, emotionally, to our audience yesterday. So much so, that I was nauseous after the five hour program. In the van ride back to our hotel, thought I might vomit in front of all my peers.
I took some advil, rested, found something I thought I could stomach from the room service menu, and waited. Eating enough to satisfy my hunger and long enough for the advil to work, my severe headache faded away.
While this was happening, I checked Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn and Apple and Earthlink email.
Came across a great You Tube video link to a Paul Coleman song. And from there, found this Brandon Health song. It’s the type of song Z88.3 plays (see July 14 post).
Here it is: Give Me Your Eyes
There are times when I feel like what I do will only matter if everything I get, I get so I can give it to someone who needs it more.
Ya with me? Think I’m crazy? Carpe diem, jeff noel 🙂