Love Films…

I watch a lot of films. Most of them by myself. On a small screen, in the back of the seat in front of me…on an aeroplane. The one good thing about this viewing mode is that I can watch any film I want without considering anyone else’s views. Amongst the down sides are that it is an individual activity; there is no-one else to talk to about the film; the screen is small; there is no-one to laugh with or discuss with; I can’t even send a text message to my children to ask them to explain the ending.

We watch films at home or on the local big screen. I often watch films again at home to compensate for all those aeroplane downsides…most of all to be able to laugh or cry or discuss with someone else. To connect with someone – someone I love – about a silly or thrilling or funny or moving movie. And we choose which films we think will benefit from the big screen…or from more a larger audience to share the experience with.

Last week I was in the Mid-West of the US and then moved to the East Coast before flying back to the UK. Visiting sites and visiting partners…meeting people and people meetings. I watched three films whilst on planes. I have to think to remember – another downside of the individual activity. I can vividly remember the people and partner meetings. The discussions. The laughter. The occurrences of clarity. The instances of innovation. The connections.

Back home yesterday, we went to the big screen to watch Ladybird. My wife cried. I laughed. My son explained the ending by text. We both enjoyed. We enjoyed together. We connected with each other. We discussed and compared and reminisced on the way home. I wouldn’t have watched alone on a plane. It was a film to watch with someone…to connect with someone. Mother, father, partner, friend, daughter. Someone you like a lot at least…ideally someone you love. Someone you have shared special moments with.

I won’t tell much about the film. As ever, the trailer has one of the best lines from the whole film…but only one of the best lines.

It is a film about connection, about attention, about love. Who knows – these may be one and the same thing. I don’t know. But I do know that we can all seek out and benefit from that feeling that we are connected…that we belong and that we matter.

It has to be why we as children – or our children – will seek attention when probably they/we seek connection or love. It surely is one of the reasons why so much can feel so strange when we lose our parents.

But connection at work is very important. That we belong and that we matter. Some of it is personal – well all of it is personal of course – and some of it is down to others in our organisation.  Do we feel like we belong and that we matter…do the actions of others help us feel like we belong and that we matter?

Someone special I once worked for told me that we don’t need connection all the time…we just often need it first.

Our work is personal. It is what we do. The people we work with personally – inside our organisation or within our partners – are important to us and are an important part of what we do…and why.

I know I enjoy connecting with others. At work…at home. Experiences, moments and stories. Not all of the time. But absolutely some of the time. Contact. Sharing. Listening. Laughing. Learning.

And loving.




About Steve Street

I have worked in R&D within the Pharmaceutical industry for over 30 years. Up until April 2012 all of my career had been with one company, but that has now changed. I left that company and took up a new role on May 1, 2012 - still very much within the Pharmaceutical industry and again based in the UK. I have been blogging every week now for over 10 years but only on an external site since January 2012. Email updates of the blogs can be requested using the ‘follow’ option within Wordpress. The blogs are only ever my personal view of what I see, think and feel. I am delighted if you agree and find value; happy if you disagree with my views and overjoyed if you feel motivated to comment. Most of all I am simply grateful that you read. Cheers Steve
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