On What it’s Like to Be in Flow.
A question. Posed.
A timer. Set.
All eyes, all focus, all intent, on the asker. A mass listening.
A verbal volley and clarity is reached. A pause for thoughtful consideration. Zero crappy hold music while your party is being reached.
And we’re off. The shiny pinball that is the question officially in play. Ideas shared. Turns taken. One idea begets the next begets the next. Hands wave excitedly. Heads nod furiously. The bell rings. Time is called. Scribbled notes of yet unspoken ideas passed to the asker. Due reverence given to this paper treasure, golden tickets that bring dreams to life.
A beaming smile. A sweep of gratitude. A gracious nod.
A deep sigh of contentment as one leans back pondering the newly possible, while another leans forward.
Dreams in mind, question in hand.
A timer set.
