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I'm back from Denver, and I was looking forward to using my first issue back to share something fun and inspiring. Instead, I want to share an unexpected experience.
After three genuinely transformative days of in-depth coaching on stage presence, branding, storytelling, neuromarketing, and more at Speak with Confidence, I was absolutely exhausted -- physically and mentally -- as I boarded my 6 p.m. flight home to Maryland.
About 50 minutes into our flight, we were notified of "moderate turbulence" coming up, so in-flight service was suspended.
I don't scare easily. But this level of sustained turbulence was something I had never experienced. Also, as someone who has been through "moderate" turbulence before, this was anything but. For an hour, the plane pitched and shook violently -- up and down and side to side -- while also occasionally losing altitude.
When we thought we were clear of it, we only had 10 minutes before flight attendants were once again asked by the pilot to abandon the service cart in the aisle to buckle in immediately for more excitement as we flew south of Chicago. Then through part of Indiana. And again over Columbus, Ohio.
When we landed, I learned that all flights in the air at that time with that flight path had the same experience, which somehow felt comforting:
I am sharing this with you because I have to thank fellow IMPACTer Chris Duprey (our COO and the author of the first featured article in this issue), who has conversed with me at length about mindfulness, as I have worked to implement my own practice of it over the past 18 months. His recent coaching around being present and trying to maintain awareness of your body when you're feeling out of control helped me tremendously in that moment.
(Yes, I still was terrified. But it could have been worse.)
As I sat there, white-knuckling the armrests, I just kept trying to mentally focus on how my feet felt rooted to the floor, how my body felt in the airplane seat, the feeling of the plastic beneath my fingertips, and so on, as I tried to regulate my breathing. Eventually, the shaking stopped.
Having that experience on the heels of my surprising personal journey last week in Denver was an oddly poetic reminder that sometimes we need to accept that we cannot always be in control -- all we can do is show up and be present.
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