The Paradox of Productive Illness
The extraordinary pattern recognition that emerges when you stop feeding the content machine and start listening to what actually wants to be witnessed.
This week, illness forced me to discover this.
I have to slow down.
This was the hardest part of being ill this week. Not the fever, not the compromised immune system doing its thing after 30+ years without a spleen (removed after a serious car accident in 1991), not the fever dreams about flying through ancient gateways whilst committing underwear theft from factory production lines.
It was the surrender to a different rhythm entirely.
After months of feeling anxious about social media posting schedules, trying to match the pace of peers who share every X days at optimal times, suddenly my body forced me offline. Complete stillness. Ready to exist without my digital performance.
When I create space for stillness, I suddenly found clarity. In that tender space of fever and vulnerability, stripped down but strangely powerful, everything else came into sharp focus: what vulnerable authority actually looks like, what The Presence Lab is truly for.
This reminds me of the clarity that emerged after finishing my manuscript - that same tender aftermath where pattern recognition becomes supernatural. But this time, the revelation came through illness rather than creative surrender.
The illness was a rigorous process of remembering what I’m meant to command: presence over productivity, depth over frequency, authentic emergence over algorithmic demands.
This became crystal clear during a beautiful coaching session with a friend who reached out whilst I was ill. They were vulnerable, sharing their deep and visceral fear about navigating our current global landscape - the relentless pace of AI integration, the change fatigue, the gap between C-suite vision and what’s actually happening with teams burning out from constant transformation.
What surprised me was that they immediately recognised I maintain strong boundaries around my time and capacity to be present. We had this extraordinary session that started by both witnessing each other’s vulnerabilities without judgement, through consensual exposure, deep listening, and radical honesty.
What I’m seeing across all my leadership work: we need leaders who can hold the paradox of efficiency and empathy during technological shifts. Who can bridge the purpose gap whilst maintaining psychological safety. Who understand that consciousness isn’t a luxury - it’s competitive advantage when everything is moving this fast.
My work isn’t about posting consistently or keeping up with digital demands. It’s about creating trusted containers for the kind of bold thinking that emerges when leaders can be witnessed in their complexity without judgement. Spaces where they can engage with change consciously rather than be overwhelmed by it.
In that tender, stripped-down aftermath where supernatural pattern recognition becomes possible, I’m feeling the pull towards more intimate containers. The 1-2-1 coaching where we can create clear agreements about what transformation requires. Small navigation circles where leaders learn to command their response to technological paradoxes rather than simply react.
What wants to emerge honours both intuitive intelligence and strategic rigour. Something that helps leaders become ancestors who can orchestrate rather than just react to interconnected challenges.
The fever taught me this: conscious release from performance creates space for the kind of presence-based leadership our moment demands.
What rhythm is your body asking for? What could emerge if you let complexity claim your attention without losing your essential authority?
If you’re feeling the pull towards this kind of work - the structured containers, the conscious navigation of technological paradoxes - leave ‘sensing’ below or tag someone who might be. Something is wanting to emerge, and I’m curious who else is sensing it.
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It is written on my mirror, “my worth is not measured by my productivity but in my presence.” This has been my contemplation my whole life in a world of gluttony for more. I was raised bare feet on ceremonial soil that we stewarded, homeschooled with freedom to design my days with interest based learning. This coded my system to follow this into adulthood. Smaller circles. Doing less, getting lost in art more. Building forts outside and making dirt soup, has transitioned into never leaving beach walks without an earth altar using found feather and seashells. Life as ceremony. This is the kind of ancestor I want to be. Sitting around a fire, with just a few kindred beings, knowing deeply and whole heartedly…that is enough. 🌬️🪶🫀