Welcome to My Home

One of the most amazing things about the experience that we are all sharing due to Covid-19 is that we are sharing a collective experience from our homes. We may all have gotten to where we are today differently, but nonetheless we are here.  Together.  In our separate homes.

I’m an entrepreneur thinking about how to obtain the resources to launch my company in the coming months, and from whom.  Normally these conversations, particularly when they were in person, were always positioned me vs. them.  I was coming to them, with hat in hand, and it felt like my presence was an inconvenience in their normally busy deal-making day.

It doesn’t feel that way anymore.  Perhaps it’s because there’s a lag in the moment when the Zoom Ding-Dong-Doorbell rings to start the meeting and we both bumble with unmuting and starting the camera that evokes common ground much like the flurry of activity when answering the door and welcoming guests inside.

Or maybe it’s because I’m peering into the personal space behind them.  We are in one another’s home.

Think about that dynamic.

We welcome guests into our home, through our computers, and talk face to face, beginning with how each of us is faring under this new normal.  We don’t have any place better to be. And aren’t we happy to be having this conversation in the comfort of our own home?

This week I had the absolute honor of speaking to an amazing man who has started and sold, invested in and exited from many, many companies.  I was nervous for the phone call until he remarked on the Westminster chime of one of my clocks.  The fact that the clock has a mind of its own and chimes when it chooses, such as 11:22 during the call of a lifetime, well… the tone of our conversation changed; my nerves gone and I could tell he felt more comfortable.

A guest in my home.  Not a luminary giving advice to an upstart.

There is so much different in how we are doing business today, but I for one am grateful for the opportunity to be welcomed into the homes of those I get to speak with, and to be able to share this experience from the comfort of my own home.

We're in this together...


Candice Smith

Shortly after her father was diagnosed with terminal cancer, Candice Smith decided to read his favorite book, How Green Was My Valley. The impact of Richard Llewellyn's words when he wrote: “Men like my father cannot die. They are with me still, real in memory as they were in flesh, loving and beloved forever” changed how Candice viewed her father’s end-of-life journey and how she celebrates his memory. Inspired to change the experiences for all family caregivers, in 2017 Candice founded Caregiven. When she’s not advocating for how individuals, societies and cultures think and approach death, she’s celebrating living in the Pacific NW with her husband, two children, family and friends (pets included).

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