Iris turned to me. “I hope I didn’t offend you…by saying that I didn’t need help with meetings.”
“Oh no,” I replied. “I understand completely.”
She fidgeted in her seat for a moment.
“I’ve noticed lately—there’s a lot more leg room on these flights.”
“There sure is,” I agreed, smiling gently. Iris was quiet for a moment.8
Suddenly she asked, “How exactly do you help people with meetings?”
I smiled again. “At first, you may think my approach is a bit odd.”
“No I won’t,” said Iris emphatically. “I promise.”
“Okay,” I said. “If you feel like a hamster on a wheel—running harder and faster but getting nowhere—that’s a serious problem. You need more than just a few tips and tricks to reclaim your life.”
“Sounds reasonable,” encouraged ...