This morning when my OH woke up I knew something was wrong. He’s usually such a happy chap but this morning he seemed…well…flat!
“Are you OK?” I asked
“Not really”, he said. “I’m feeling a little flat.”
So I decided it was best to leave him alone and that he’d tell me what was wrong in his own good time.
About half an hour later he found me and told me the problem.
Part of his work requires him to make a minimum of 25 cold calls a day. A cold call meaning he has to pick up the ‘phone, talk to a complete stranger and invite them to one of his seminars. It’s a toughie and I certainly couldn’t do it.
“I feel like I have a huge mountain to climb each day”, he sighed “And it’s hard.”
“A bit like my ironing pile?” I suggested not very helpfully, but at least it got a smile out of him.
We carried on chatting and talked about what completing the calls would actually mean in terms of business and that all mountains are tough to climb but getting to the top is a joy!
We came up with an idea that he should put a favourite photograph in his office of something he enjoyed doing. He now has a photograph of the time he went sky diving and hopefully that will provide the focus he needs to make the dreaded calls.
I then got thinking about what my favourite photo would be, so I went through my virtual photo album and came up with this:
This is a photo of us outside the Rockerfeller Centre during a long weekend spent in New York a few years ago.
That’s what would get me to the top of my mountain and I’d love to know what would get you to the top of yours?
