Picture of the "Shoes on the Danube Bank" Memorial in Budapest, Hungary
(6 min read)
This morning, I unexpectedly started my day in tears.
You see, I have this (unhealthy) habit of checking my mobile phone first thing in the morning when I wake, and the (illogical) habit of scrolling through my Facebook feeds brought me much pain today.
A ton about the bombings in Aleppo, Syria has been appearing in my Facebook feeds recently. And this morning, I causally clicked on a couple of videos as I usually do, unaware of the impact these videos was going to create on me. Although no more than a minute long each, every single one of them caught me totally off-guard, affected me in more ways than I could imagine and left poignant snapshots appearing consistently on repeat mode in my head. A toddler filled with grime and blood, looking confused and disoriented as he sat quietly in the ambulance amidst a sea of chaos. A devastated young boy wailing uncontrollably as he embraced his deceased father, repeatedly asking him not to leave. A helpless, anguished mother desperately searching for his son, unaware that he had been killed by the bombings. The intensity of grief, loss and pain exhibited by such raw emotions is heart-breaking to witness.
If these are just snapshots of the situations happening right now, I can’t even bring myself to fathom all that is going on deep inside each of these victims’ hearts.
Picture of the Victory Monument at sunset from Belgrade, Serbia
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In my almost decade long journey of coaching and training, I have noticed an interesting trend amongst almost all my clients – they always at some point in time, confess to me, “Jane, I’m really scared. I can’t find the courage to take the first step.”
It can be anything related to what they want at that point in time. From making a career switch, mending broken relationships, changing their wardrobe styles to asking for a pay rise, the difficulty garnering courage is almost universally human.