Silence, Listening and a Terminal Illness
Listening and being comfortable with silence have never been my strongest skills. They may need to be.
I move fast. I speak quickly. I say what I think. And too often, I don’t truly listen. Silence has always felt uncomfortable. Even waiting for responses to something I’ve written can make me restless. It is something I have lived with, and something I have tried, not always successfully, to improve.
As if to prove the point of my restlessness, I’ve written four books, countless posts and recently, I started a LinkedIn campaign to share lessons from my years in consulting. It began strongly, with around 5,000 impressions on the first posts. Since then, it has tailed off. That forces a different behaviour from me. To pause. To listen. To reflect on whether people cannot keep up with the pace, whether the message is unclear, or whether I simply need to improve.
That restlessness brought me somewhere I didn’t expect.
I have PSP,........
