This is it

Hong Kong, Special Administrative Region of the People’s Republic of China

My second tour of Hong Kong is coming to an end. I worked pretty hard, had a couple of amazing and a couple of humbling experiences, had an epic (because of the abdication and ascension) and utterly uneventful Queens-day, made a handful of brilliant interventions and made a couple of humiliating mistakes. I have felt a loser, a winner, a hero, a threat, a traitor, a friend, a lover, an asshole, a writer, a coach, a promoter, a businessman, a student and a master. I have felt victorious, misunderstood, ashamed, desired, loved, humiliated, angry, horny, hated, appreciated, wise, warm, lonely and deeply connected. My confidence in myself and others has grown, I have become more humble, my flexibility is growing, I have less fear of failure, I have more trust and I have less often a knot in my stomach.

Not a bad score.

I didn’t make as much money as I hoped but I did make some and do have a new and inspiring assignment here in August. I will survive the coming months smiling.

What were the most powerful moments?

  • The moment I visited the house of my friend. She hosted me last year. It was for the first time in this journey that I visited a place for the second time. It was the first time I arrived at a familiar place after 15 months of strictly unknown environments.
  • The moment I found out that the work I did with ATG had triggered a lasting transformation of the company culture.
  • When I realized I had succeeded in helping untying an emotional knot thus creating a more comfortable start of life for a baby not yet born.
  • When I realized I even have something to offer to all kinds of coaches.
  • When somebody told me how he during extreme illness learned how much energy negative thoughts cost him.
  • When I realized somebody hated me.
  • When I realized somebody loved me.
  • When I realized that person who I found impressive felt the same about me.

What is the message of this post? I don’t know. I guess I am feeling more and more at ease with my part in the play of life. It is difficult to write when there is no knot, anger, frustration, sadness or insecurity. I feel very grateful for the richness of the experiences I get to live through. It is the only thing sensible thing I can think of: to try to experience life in the fullest way possible. This is it. Nothing more, nothing less. Ups and downs, ebbs and flows.


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