Imagine me like 9 years old, in a strap top, on a hot summers day at a BBQ. I'm playing around, frolicking in a paddling pool and playing with the vegetables that are in two parts stuck together with velcro, with perhaps a burger in my hand.
Sophie comes up to me and says, whilst pointing, aww look at your little fat bits. and she's referencing that annoying flabby piece of skin that always creeps up at your armpit that's worsened with the top strap. Before then I hadn't really noticed weight or fat or anything, so it was a little bit of a shock. And ever since, I've resented those little rascals.
One of my jobs at uni is to train people in listening. I was paired with my friend Julian who hadn't trained before, so I let him take the lead and give it a good go whilst I was there for back up; a couple of times he faltered and got confused, but I let him find his feet and carry on (and rescue him when he really did need it!). He said to me, a couple of weeks following this, that he was really glad to be paired with me because he learned that things can be fun and serious, depending on which topic you're discussing, and that it's important to be both. He said he also learned techniques to control and encourage a group, and that it was generally a positive learning experience for him too. Which is jolly nice feedback to hear :)
I am still on the weekend away, but I've got this on schedule so hopefully it's working out..?!? (Yeah, it clearly didn't. Stupid blogger.)