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The Power of Storytelling in Business #Stories #Storytelling #Travel

Perhaps it’s the author in me (or I’m just really nosy!), but I love reading the real-life stories behind a professional brand. Over the last two years, I’ve become more engaged on LinkedIn and spend hours reading inspirational stories from my connections.

My blog is full of interviews with men and women who have taken that extra step and published a book. There have been business books, mental health titles, motivational children’s authors, and more. You can catch up on all my author interviews HERE.

I didn’t think LinkedIn was the right platform for an author and book coach, but I was wrong. Storytelling in business is thriving.

What do personal stories tell us about a business?

The stories I read talk of determination, hidden talents, and resilience. Listening to a podcast by a mindset coach who pulled themselves back from a destitute position to run a thriving coaching business would inspire most people. You’d be more inclined to work with that person knowing they’ve also been at their lowest and fully relate to you and your issues.

Once you start sharing the ‘real-life’ stuff, you open yourself up to the power of storytelling.

I recently jumped on a ‘share three things about you’ thread and included the three months I spent living in a converted cowshed in the Catskill Mountains, NY. It received an interesting response. The author of the thread was intrigued and wanted to know more – they became invested in the why, how, and when of my story.

Living in a cowshed

At the sprightly age of 22, I signed up for the Camp America experience. Having been an avid reader of the Sweet Dreams series during my teens, I had a rose-coloured impression of what America was like. I believed that travelling across the world alone and working/living on a camp in the middle of the mountains would kick-start a future full of adventure.

Arriving in New York at 3 am, I was disappointed to notice that the city looked a lot like Birmingham – big buildings, homeless people, and noisy traffic. I had been looking for the New York City we see in the movies, but it wasn’t there.

Feeling (and looking) like a zombie, I sat on the stuffy minibus as it navigated the freeways and small towns towards the Catskill Mountains and our camp, Golden Acres. My big dream of becoming an independent traveller was starting to wobble.

The camp wasn’t open to the public when we arrived, so we all had time to train before they let us loose on real people. Most camps listed in Camp America are for children, but a family camp had signed me up as I worked in hospitality. It was my job to run the poolside and main bar area.

Still reeling from lack of sleep and a journey that never seemed to end, we were taken to what would be our accommodation for the next three months. A converted cowshed!

It was a big ugly brown building at the bottom of the track. Far enough away that we (the staff) didn’t annoy the paying guests, but close enough so we’d make it for our shifts on time. There was one payphone (it was 1994!), a large communal area, wood fire, kitchen space, girls’ and boys’ bathrooms, tiny rooms with bunk beds and scratchy blankets, and a tin roof.

Our bedroom had a grill on the window, although the view of the forest and mountains was pretty impressive!

Suck it up. You’re a Wilson!

Despite the shock of our humble dwelling, we all settled into our new routines. Unfortunately, the brave solo traveller I hoped to be suffered from crippling homesickness. So much so that the camp owner later confided in me that she expected me to fly home within the first week.

I remember ringing my dad one afternoon in tears. He was always the man with all the answers. His response to my ‘I wanna come home!’ was ‘Suck it up, you’re a Wilson.’

Words of wisdom, perhaps? My mindset shifted with his response, and I decided to throw myself into this incredible opportunity.

My Camp America experience ended up being one of the best summers of my life. I made incredible friendships, travelled to fabulous places (Woodstock!), and realised the power of facing your fears.

That cowshed is now one of my fondest memories, and it makes me smile whenever I think about it. We would all sit out on the tin roof at night, talking and laughing. Some of my campmates would play the guitar, and we would all sing along. The staff were international, and we all got on incredibly well, sharing stories from home, promising to visit every corner of the globe to stay in touch.

The value of connection

Fast forward twenty plus years, and through the power of social media, most of us have reconnected thanks to a Golden Acres Facebook Group. The camp no longer exists, and sadly our fabulous boss has passed away, but the stories we continue to share will keep that wonderful quirky place alive forever.

What does a cowshed have to do with business?

I smiled as I wrote this post, remembering all the fun times I had on camp. Sharing this story reminded me of the dreams I had as a young woman. It helped me recall the need for stepping up and facing my fears.

What does my story say about me and my business?

Hopefully, you’ve realised I’m inquisitive, curious, adventurous, driven (possibly crazy!) and confident – values that drive my business and benefit my clients.

You’ve also seen how vulnerable I can be at times and how seeking help is essential in my world.

Whether it’s through a fun exercise on your social media platform, a blog post, a podcast, or a book, sharing your story is a wonderful way to connect.

Now it’s your turn – what’s your story?

NB: This post was initially written for #storytellingwithpuck created by Stefano Capacchione, Creative Writer for his Storytelling initiative on LinkedIn.

8 thoughts on “The Power of Storytelling in Business #Stories #Storytelling #Travel”

  1. What a great story, Shelley. I know only too well how you must have been feeling at the beginning of your journey. I was the same when I first moved to London. For the first six weeks, I lived in a tiny staff room in one of the hotels I worked in. I felt very lonely in such a big city, and the homesickness I suffered was overwhelming. But I never gave in to it. And, by chance, an overheard conversation I heard between two staff members at the hotel was the launchpad for what went on to become an incredible part of my life.
    Well done for listening to the words of your dad.

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