Sing with me, y’all!
“What would you think, if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me?” I’m sure y’all know the rest.
I’m about to write a sentence that might make my dad start a spin cycle in his grave, but I believe it. I feel it. I know it.
Joe Cocker’s version of With A Little Help From My Friends is better than The Beatles. And I’m not anti-Ringo at all. I just love the soul and the energy Cocker brings to the song and to the arrangement. And I have a soft spot in my heart for The Wonder Years anyway.
Look, Lennon and McCartney wrote some timeless songs together. But the message of With a Little Help is universal. But then again, so are the messages of Help!, Let it Be, Long and Winding Road – y’know, pretty much the entire Lennon/McCartney catalog.
I bring up With a Little Help for a reason. Read closely, because there’s something in it for you as well.
It’s time to bring up another experience from a coach training weekend for Accomplishment Coaching. Just be forewarned.
And again, I can’t mention specifics but I can mention my reaction. Remember, the first rule about coach training weekend is that you cannot talk about coach training weekend.
Something happened that triggered some feelings of grief and mourning. This was specifically around my family and losing my parents. My default position used to be hide, avoid, and stuff down. I don’t like to bother anyone with my “stuff.”
A few of my teammates asked me about my state of being and state of mind after this. I fought against all my instincts and all my resistance to actually share and speak on this.
I shared and spoke about what was going on in the room. It wasn’t dramatic, scary, or big. It was a thing that I did, and I’m very glad I did it.
Sharing about it unburdened my soul and made it seem less scary.
The next day I had a coaching experience that went horribly. And I knew it was going horribly in the moment. And the feedback I got reinforced this feeling.
I had to excuse myself for a few minutes because I couldn’t hold back the emotion anymore.
After I composed myself and got back to the room, one of my teammates offered to support me in putting this behind me.
Shoutout to my dear friend Edyta. She was such a blessing to me in putting the experience behind me. If I hadn’t done that and empowered her to support me in doing that, there’s no way my coaching experience later that day could’ve gone as well as it did.
The point is this: never regret asking for help. The worst answer isn’t no. The worst answer to this is nothing because you never asked for help.
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In closing, I want to pose a question to you:
“How do I feel by the end of the day?”
“Are you sad because you’re on your own?”
It’s a choice. It’s always a choice. But you don’t have to be on your own. You can get by with a little help from your friends.
- Is this the last article I write that cites a Beatles’ song? Probably not. Words of wisdom will be whispered in a future article. That’s a promise.