It wasn’t important anyway. I like listening to people and being of service. After all, that’s why I’m a coach and facilitator!And this scene played out again and again, with me listening to Linda’s work sagas as she came humming into the kitchen every evening.
I’d trained myself out of even attempting to share anything meaningful with her. It was better to stay silent than feel the disappointment of disinterest in my words.
And to deter any hint of frustration, I would remind myself of the honor it was to be trusted so much that Linda, (or Kate, or Marie, or Silvia or the guy on the 8 hour train ride to Bangkok) felt so ready to open up to me.
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