6.37 to be precise. The first little peep I heard this morning as I awoke from an anxiety dream, not naked at the airport without a passport, that’s the usual one.
First time was when I was 24, heading to St Petersburg with the Henley Management College, administrator for a business study trip. Totally over packed for that occasion. Does anyone else anxiety pack? You know those, just in case last minute “cram it in the case” “I’m so going to regret this when it gets a HEAVY sticker put on it”. Now, with rucksack and wheelie case I’m proud of my considered packing.
Not so proud of being awake since 5.00am having a series of last minute “what have I forgotten” panics. Good job I followed them mind you. Main one being a pin for my currency card which I couldn’t have done over email. After the string of small incidental panics such as I’m rest assured my cars MOT isn’t due till January, I mean really? Only away a month, why did that pop in my head. However, if I hadn’t followed my instinct and gone through all the final checks, I’d have left without a pin and penniless on my travels. So, finally I am all set.
And at 06.53, getting light outside now, I hear a blackbird and the start of a new day. India here I come.
So I am home, jet lagged and little journey battered. Being the 1st to travel from Jaisalmer to Delhi meant I had three flights instead of two.
I had also reduced 19 hours on the train to 2 hours on the plane. The wonders of technology.
As I woke this morning I had purposefully chosen a piece of music I listened to on the train to Ahmedabad.
Colette and Nawab were both asleep, I was wide-awake and purposefully made a memory.
As I listen to the music while the train rocked from side to side I intentionally looked out at the landscape in order to be taken back to that time whenever I want.
I can remember how I felt, so excited, so full of joy, so very happy to be right where I was.
Now listening to this piece of music at home and I recall those feelings, I feel the same, excited and joyful.
I had the pleasure of meeting some amazing people on this trip.
Business leaders in their fields.
Just on the way home there was an Australian man from Dubai, founder and designer of a snow park, a trainer from America for a water filtration company saving lives and an Indian working as a rheumatologist from Manchester.
And me. What is my title?
I have had many in my career and hope to have many more.
And they will all have heart at their centre.
The more people I meet I realise how important having heart is more important than any headline.
As Jayn Sterland says, let’s bring more heart into business.