How often are you really here, fully in the midst of what you’re up to? And how often somewhere else, caught up in the details, demands, worries, reminders and anticipation of
tasks still incomplete
emails to respond to
repairs to make
bills to pay
trips to plan
hurts or slights visited on you by others
conversations to have
old wounds stirred
dreams to dream?
Our unique imaginative capacity gives us endless ways to be anywhere but here, even in those moments when being here is critical. When you’re listening to another, for example, or maybe in the simple acts of eating, walking, appreciating a sunset.
And if you’re not here, how can you lead, listen, or really love?