Believing it’s possible
Maybe this will be my new motto.
Last week, through a series of quite unexpected circumstances, I found myself co-facilitating with someone I’d never met face-to-face, and with me arriving a day into the gig with a group where I knew some of them quite well and many whom I was meeting for the first time.
There was no plan.
There was a set of beliefs that we shared, and a willingness to give it a go.
My first sign that we were on a similar wavelength was when the group had finished some activity, and I was thinking to myself what I’d do next. I wasn’t called on to offer anything right then, but my co-facilitator offered it anyway. Was he a mind reader? Maybe. My second sign of believing it’s possible was when we decided to try an approach that neither of us had ever seen in action, let alone facilitated. We shared a willingness to try something new – to believe it’s possible.
There’s worse beliefs to hold.