Today . . . I am in Kent, England. I'm here celebrating my 50th birthday week with my brother. We're staying at the lovely Hever Hotel (right), and
have already visited Hever Castle (left), the childhood home of Anne Boleyn, and Chartwell House, the ancestral home of Winston
Churchill.
We've been in England only a short while, and already, I can feel how wonderful it is to be away from the familiar. Away from all those things that seem so important when I am at home. Here, experiencing something new, out of step and out of time from my regular schedule.
I've brought along a small sketchbook, keeping this as a diary of my impressions, thoughts, and experiences while I'm here. As such, it has made me an attraction magnet for people wanting to see what I'm drawing. No matter where I've been, it hasn't taken long for someone to come near, peer over my shoulder, and make a comment about what I'm drawing.
I wait for their comments, welcoming them, even. Then, as soon as they say something, I invite them to sit down. I ask them their name, where they are from, and off we go on our getting-to-know-you adventure.
I love these little interludes . . . even if it's just for a little while. Before they leave, though, I ask one last question: "Would you mind leaving a drawing in my sketchbook for me to remember you by?" "Sure!" everyone says as they reach for my pencil and book.
Some draw a quick, Pictionary-esque sketch. Others, something more elaborate. Everyone, without being asked, signs their sketch, adds their email, and asks me to send them a copy of all the pictures I'm collecting. Smiles and hugs all around, and off we go, each back into our own little world, enriched and enlightened by our meeting and united by our drawing.
While it is unlikely that I will see any of these people again, each has left their mark with me. Even now, as I flip back through my sketchbook, I find myself smiling at the pictures left behind. Instantly, I recall the person's face, what we talked about, where we were sitting, and what we were doing.
As entrepreneurial women, we leave our mark on each and everyone of our clients and customers. We leave our mark in big and small ways by everything that we say and do. And these marks have life. They are passed on to others, brought back to haunt us, and added, layer by layer, to make a lasting impression.
How important is your mark? You tell me.
Are you conscious of the marks you leave behind? Or, perhaps, have you never really thought about it before. Knowing that you do leave a mark; does that change anything about how you interact with others?
I look forward to hearing from you,
Susan L. Reid
The original Accidental Pren-her™
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