Brain-Fried

I feel like I over-exerted my brain. I am, as they say, brain-fried.

One of the nice things about being brain-fried is that you hardly notice you are brain-fried. The realization tends to come when you try to think about something heady and worthwhile. You try, but you can’t. Your head might hurt (as mine does). At minimum, your thoughts are foggy. You might call them murky, at best. Try as you might, your thoughts don’t race. It’s more like they schlep their way through your boggy mind.

Another nice thing about being brain-fried is that it is usually a good indicator that you have exerted considerable emotional energy in some activity that required your full, undivided attention. This is a good thing. Sure, you may have gone down in flames, but you were 100% “there”…fully invested in whatever you were doing. And chances are that the pursuit of…whatever it was that you were doing…was in some way vital to your life. Few things demand more of you than the work of your life.

The opportunity to spend 4 out of the last 7 days working as hard as I have on exercising skills that I consider newly-emerging has been an incredible blessing. The two venues that presented themselves to me were different, with different players, different desired outcomes, and different requirements. The scope of each engagement was drastically different. The number of people I worked with was different. The results were different, and the levels of success attained were different. Each was so completely different from the other…

Yet, together, they were the same: opportunities to move others towards achieving a common goal. The stakes are high when you raise your hand and tell another that you can help them facilitate a challenging conversation, but, when successful, the reward…the reward is invigorating.  Brain-fried and invigorated…what a pair.

In case you were wondering, in the short term “brain-fried” prevails.