I was attending a two-day conference in December, and my bedroom I discovered, overlooked a stadium. It was quite odd going to my room in the early evening, after I had checked in to the hotel, to open the curtains and see the ground. For some reason it made me feel a little unsettled.
I didn’t ponder on this very much and got ready for the evening event, and went on my way. In the morning I tend to rise quite early, so opened the curtains, and whilst it was still dark outside I could see the pitch and seats, through the darkness. Still that unsettled feeling.
I headed off for an early breakfast and when I returned to clear my room, the lights were on over the pitch, and the early morning sky had started to lighten. That is when I took this picture, and it has rested out of harms way until I remembered it yesterday. I also read somethig yesterday that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up – and made me understand that unsettled feeling I had back in December.
In my earlier years I was a competitive sports person, not football as in this case, but many other sports. And whilst I usually enjoy going to see live sport I am not a regular spectator at any type of event. And this is where the comment, the picture, my thoughts ended up:
This stadium holds 32,609 people, as spectators. They watch 22 people play.
I wonder who is the most ‘alive’!
I hope on my tomb, chiselled into stone it says: ‘Peter Johnson ~ he was a player.’
So: Are you a player, or content to be a spectator?
My good wishes,
Peter
PS If you think I can help you play the game of work, the game of life better do get in touch.
