This post may not sit well with some. You’ve been forewarned, there’s excessive use of the four letter word rarely, sincerely expressed in places of work.
My clients love me.
I know this. Been away for nearly six weeks. Came home to my first practice at 6am on Monday. Jet lagged to hell. Loved up by a team of five. Kicked off a season of soccer. Ran late after a day filled with practices and love. Felt the love more than the loathe. Sports teams on Tuesday. More of the same. Wednesday came quickly and I hit a couple clients with damn, hard truth. They loved it. Wanted it. Thanked me for it. Yesterday blew my mind. Felt loved by one I wrecked right before departing. Felt more love from one I could see but was not with. And finished with a couple dudes up to their eyeballs in hard, unrelenting stuff not of their own making. Listened. Tuned in like an animal being stalked. Said little. Felt ❤️. Lots of 💕. Let me be ccd. My clients love me.
Here’s why. They know I love them and know I’m trying to love them harder.
Want more juice where you work? Give more than you take. Reach a hand out to the hurting. Stop looking for a handout. Turn toward those bidding for your most precious, your attention. Put the phone away. Lock in to your client, colleague, or your coworker getting coffee and in a rush to get on. Slow ’em down. Look them in the eyes. Be interested instead of trying to be so damn interesting. Love is the universal juice we need more of in every team on every continent. I’m talking phileo love, friends. This is brotherly love. Give more of this to those you serve. It will come back and phill you the hell up to overflowing. Jesus is right. It IS more blessed to give than recieve. Give more, friend. From a lone toward ALL ONE. One L of a difference.
Love ❤️ this. You?
Live hard. Love harder. You’ve been reminded…
BUILT TO LEAD 