Adrenalin junkies.
It's not often that I meet other people in my profession. Why fraternise with the competition right? But as the woman opposite me talked about how stressed she was - scribbling furiously in her notebook - how difficult it was balancing all her clients, how when she finally closed her eyes at night she had lists swirling over the inside of her eyelids, I began to suspect I'd met a kindred spirit.
And when she looked up and I saw the sparkle in her eye, I knew it.
'But you love it right?' I said.
'Wouldn't do anything else in the world' she answered with a big grin.
Adrenalin junkies.
The common ground between us sprouted flowers as we spoke.
How many people tell us they'd never be able to do what we do. Clients who get concerned at how calm we are. How inside we're screaming. Wearing so many different hats you can put your neck out whipping them on and off. The terror of the error, the thrill of the win. Behind the scenes and in front of the client.
The inevitable crash. The juggle. The struggle. The love of the game.
We spent 20 minutes together and I felt more debriefed than I had in years. More energised too, inspired and affirmed.
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Yesterday a friend reminded me how a few short years ago I was still angst'ing about what I was going to be when I grew up, and meanwhile I was there already. Life is what happens while you're making plans or something like that.
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To be an adrenalin junkie I reckon you have to either be over-confident or totally reckless. Maybe the 40's are the perfect combination of both. It's certainly working for me.
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