See, when I attended my very first storytelling workshop, it was in a London theatre's rehearsal studio, and led by theatre-types-turned-business-consultants. It was very, very good, and I learned some important lessons - and probably more than they intended for any of us to get out of it.
For a start, there was an amazing professional storyteller there. She told the long and complicated folk
tale of the Ash Lad, which basically boils down to using strengths and being stronger when we work together. All good stuff. But Jan was impressive before she even started talking. She was Jamaican (I believe), so her accent and rich colour instantly gave her character. She had dreadlocks, rings on her toes, and generous bosoms, and all together she looked like an earth mother, like anything she said would ring with the wisdom of the ages, of nature itself. But I and my travelling companions missed her talk. And I maintain it was one of the best things that could have happened for me.
Stick with me. By the time we got there, thirty people in the room were completely sold and overwhelmed by the idea of storytelling for persuasion and impact. We walked in just in time to see their jaw-dropped responses, and even the sceptics were committed to the idea. But in the breaks, I picked up that they didn't think they would be able to do it themselves. There was an intimidating air of 'mere me': She can do that because she's a professional. I could never do that. Seeing a model so impressive put them off the idea of even trying it themselves.
I hadn't seen it, so I didn't have that barrier. I absorbed everything they had to say.
When it was all over, I made excuses to travel from a different station back to Norfolk, so I could reflect on my own. I considered everything we'd done in the workshop, and I responded to it all about how it would work in real life, for real people using their own stories, and making them useful in real day-to-day business. Not for entertainment, and not for professional storytelling, but in me building a relationship with you. What I know, what I have done, and what it means to me, as a gift to you.
This is all on my mind because the other lesson has to do with job titles. I'd recently changed jobs, and I'd been given a real mouthful of a title, and I wasn't used to it. My boss wasn't happy with his either. (This is another point of annoyance: why do we rely on bosses to give us titles? Why don't we build them together, given what we bring to the job?) As we were guests of the theatre, our hosts tried an esteem-building exercise where each of us had to stand on stage in front of the spotlight and introduce ourselves, including what we do.
I was lost deep inside myself, listening and thinking. My turn in front of the light came, and I botched it, stammering and fumbling all over myself. When all thirty of us had had a go, three of us were picked out in front of everyone for lack of confidence and made to do it again.
It was a formative moment for me, because my annoyance firmly embedded all their points about being present and stepping up to the moment. I used them in the changes that happened right across my life in the following months, and I still draw on them from time to time. But I also knew that it wasn't my time to steal the show. I went to Jan, the beautiful and intimidating storyteller, and told her that I can take the lead, but not this time, because I wanted the space to learn, to watch, to understand and reflect, and to enjoy her leadership.
Was that the right thing to do or not? I probably wouldn't do it now, but I was responding from a very deep place. The 'I' whom I was introducing was changing, and it needed space.
As another thought: never underestimate the power of a story you tell, or a story you create. Jan and the others probably don't remember me, probably don't even remember the day. But I am taking it forward, and those I touch take it forward, and many are moved, and move others.