I remember the last time I went rock climbing.
It was a fun and thrilling experience, but somewhere halfway up the wall, I realised:
‘I don’t want to be here. I want to be somewhere else’.
I called to my buddy: “I’m done, let me down”.
What I wanted to do more than rock climbing was to spend time at home.
To study, to meditate, to work.
And I did.
For a full year, I hardly left the house.
I lived like a hermit, a recluse, only going out for my early morning walk and some grocery shopping in the afternoon.
Much work, study and meditation got done.
That year probably had as big an impact on me as the 12 years I spent in a monastery.
And that’s saying something.
For the last week or so, I’ve been feeling slightly ill at ease.
Nothing dramatic, but a strange kind of… feeling out of place.
Last weekend I realised why:
I don’t want to be here.
I don’t want to be in Northern Europe, moving from place to place.
It’s been 6 weeks, it’s been a ton of fun and I’ve met some wonderful and inspiring people.
But it’s enough.
What I really want is to go home, clean up my inbox and start coaching my ass off, like I used to before travelling.
Because while I love to be on the road, I also love working – very much so.
Especially when it’s one on one with ambitious makers of things.
Besides, being away started to affect my work.
Point in case: If you’ve sent me an email in the last couple of weeks, there’s a good chance it’s still in my process queue. And sorry for that.
But also: I’ve missed writing my daily email, more than once.
And last week, at the end of a day, I almost missed two dailies in a row.
That was my wakeup call, because I’m here to serve and my method is giving you something to think about on a daily basis.
Missing one is bad enough, narrowly avoiding two in a row is a sign.
For me, a sign to go home and get back to work.
For you, the signs you get may be different.
But there’s always something to be gleaned from what happens in your life.
And if you recognise a sign, and you know what it’s telling you, then it’s worth your time to ask if you should heed it.
Could be something as pleasant after returning home, or it could be something that scares the bejeebus out of you.
Those ones can be most rewarding, in fact.
So anyway, I know what’s next for me:
2000 Kms down to Spain, and a whole bunch of coaching conversations.
What about you?
What’s on the calendar for you?
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