For many of us in America, we have the good fortune to get an education and then set out into the world on a professional career. We take steps year after year to do a good job, make a living and end up putting together a life that works for us. How often does that work really connect with who we are and allow our true passions to emerge?
We get comfortable in the world we create. The bills get paid. We create a lifestyle we may enjoy and don’t want to give up. Then some of us notice that the work becomes a way to sustain that life yet somewhere along the road, we lose our passions for why we chose the work or where the years ended up taking us.
I noticed I was in such a place in the mid-90s. I had a good job in a good company, making a very good salary. However, the work had become stale to me, thus I had become stale to myself. I did not know what to do about it, but I was clear that I was bored and really did not know where to turn. The volume within was on low. I was not sure I wanted to hear the message. The message would upset a life that I thought worked for me.
Then I had an amazing experience that demanded I listen; it was so loud and exciting. I had flown down to Dallas to give a presentation to a group of banking executives about a marketing opportunity using current technology of the day. I was nervous to get up and speak in front of a group of professionals. I was used to selling in the quiet comfort of a conference room with one or two people. My people skills were good; I could have anyone feeling comfortable and engaged very quickly. However, presenting to a large group of professionals, using PowerPoint slides and a microphone in a darkened room was way out of my comfort zone. Plus, I was not excited about the material I was to deliver; I was doing “the job” that had been asked of me.
Then the most amazing thing happened, once I was presenting I came alive in ways I had never experienced. I gave the prescribed talk, interacting with the banking executives with poise and grace I did not know I possessed. I felt comfortable in front of the group and couldn’t get over the energy I created for the topic and the lively interactions I was having with the bankers.
When I was finished, I rushed for my plane to return to Chicago. As I sat on the plane, the voice and message was so loud, there was no avoiding it. “Boy, I loved speaking. I have not felt this alive in years or maybe ever!” My heart was racing; it was the most amazing feeling. I knew I was having one of those “aha” moments. I had no idea I enjoyed speaking. I could not get over the rush I was experiencing and really how easy and fun it was for me to work the room and connect with the audience.
I would have to find material I really did want to talk about. If I got such a “high” presenting material in which I had no interest, what would it feel like to talk about subjects I really enjoyed? I now had an exciting idea to explore new possibilities that I did not know existed within me. I was so thrilled in that moment because I knew being stale would not be forever and new doors had opened.
That first speaking experience was over 15 years ago. The thoughts and feelings I had on that airplane are just as vivid and clear to me today. Over the course of the next few years, I made a career transition, becoming an executive coach and team facilitator. Today I have the opportunity to speak often on subjects that are my passion. I am so happy I got the message and really listened on that flight from Dallas to Chicago!

