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I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to show up well. Not in a cynical way. In a generous one. 💡 ONE IDEA WELLThey never knew. On the night before my Compassion Revolution talk, I couldn’t sleep. Even after all the rehearsals, the run-throughs, the scene-by-scene memorisation—I couldn’t stop going over it. And then, on the day… I still got parts of it wrong. Lines came out in the wrong order. And yet… In fact, people told me they loved the pacing. What they heard as intention was, at times, me quietly searching for the next beat. What they experienced as connection was me holding the silence long enough to feel grounded again. And that’s the strange truth about performance: 🔍 WHAT I GOT RIGHTDespite the skipped lines and rearranged scenes, here’s what went well: ✅ I hit every key point I wanted to make. 🧭 ASK YOURSELF THISThere was a line I meant to say—one I’d rehearsed dozens of times. “Sometimes compassion means standing still when the world whirls around you. Breathing in chaos. Breathing out calm. Breathing in pain. Breathing out ease.” But here’s the twist: in that moment, as I stood searching for my next line, that’s exactly what I was doing. And now, after the applause and the reflections and the flight home, maybe it’s time to offer myself a little of that same compassion. 💡 TRY THISNext time you give a talk—or have an important conversation—remind yourself: 🎯 The goal is not perfection. It’s connection. Nobody has a script in their hands. |
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