Last night I was sitting in the member’s club, Soho House, in Berlin writing the outline of a talk I’ll give in Toronto in October. It was seven thirty and the softly lit room stretches from vast sofas and velvet armchairs to the circular bar with high leather chairs and the restaurant beyond.
There are those like me who’ve just left the yoga class downstairs, tapping on laptops and others sipping drinks gazing out of the seventh floor windows, gazing across at the Berlin TV tower, a glowing globe on the top of a tower and down the street below to those arriving on bikes or stepping out of cabs.
Waiters in white shirts and black waistcoats stride up and down the floor, delivering glittering glasses of cherry coloured drinks and bowls of green olives and the smell of freshly made pizza drifts down from the restaurant at the end of the long room.
A voice interrupts my thoughts, ‘Fiona, you work too hard’. It’s Lucy, another member who I recognise from London. And I say, ‘It’s not really work.’ We chat and have a drink and afterwards I think about what she said.
Here’s what I think. Of course, what I’m doing is work, but it doesn’t feel like work. I love what I do because it’s my self-expression in the world. If I won the lottery tomorrow – I’d do a lot of things with the money – a cat sanctuary in Ibiza for starters!
But I’d continue to do what I do now; coach great people to express their work in the world and make good money, write and speak on stages and travel to meet people across the world.
So, sitting at seven thirty on a velvet sofa working on my talk for Toronto doesn’t feel like work.
And I also think, how lucky I am to get to do the work I do.
What about you?
How do you feel about your work in the world?
What do you do that is an expression of YOU in the world?
Do more of that – and you may never work another day in your life!
HUGS from Heathrow!
P.S. Tell me what you think.