I got a phone call today.
OK, so technically, it wasn't a phone call. It was a google hangout.
And technically, I didn't get it. I made the call.
But it was after getting pinged by a friend who had an issue on their mind, and wanted my help.
Enough with the technicalities, okay?
Anyhow, here's the thing. So this particular friend, they listen to the podcast, and we know one another pretty good, and they like me, and I like them. What this particular friend's issue was is a private matter, so I'm not going to discuss that here.
We spent about an hour on the phone, after which they thanked me for my help, said they felt better, and we parted company. Afterward, I felt really good about it. I love helping people.
So, here's the thing. I do a lot of stuff.
In my day job I work in technology, doing a fairly complicated thing. I'm always learning new stuff about that day job, and studying for it. Then there's the podcast, which I produce (meaning chase guests), and co-host. Plus, I'm working on a new book, and have already written two others. I do life coaching, sometimes with 1 client, sometimes with multiple ones. I'm also married, polyamorous, and kind of a yenta busybody who is always willing to lend an ear or an hour to a friend in need.
I stretch myself really thin. Sometimes, it's a problem. I'm often kinda exhausted.
But then there are days like today. This particular friend had been looking for me for a few days, and we just hadn't managed to connect. When we finally did, I listened very carefully. Then I responded, employing some of the techniques I use in coaching, and adding in some zen stories, which is a thing I do a lot. It felt good to genuinely help them.
But there's a hidden reward I got, too. It's really nice to know that the stuff I do makes a positive difference in the world. Don't get me wrong - I'm not seeking kudos, congratulations, or validation. Heck, certainly not. I go on and on, on the podcast, about how people don't need validation for the things they do, or the person they are. I'm no exception to that rule. I'd do all the many things I do even if no one anywhere ever had a good word to say about it. My mandate comes from within.
But that doesn't mean it's not nice, not pleasurable, when I do get that external validation. It sure feels good to be sought out for help, and then to be able to give that help.
I'm grateful that I'm driven by purpose, and every so often, I can see it actually working.