At the martial arts conference I’m attending, there was a Tai Chi class being offered for all attendees at 6:30am.
Out of 100+ attendees, only three showed up.
Why? Who knows…
Too early…? Too slow…? Not “sexy” enough…?
That’s all besides the point.
The point is that these sessions are usually PACKED…
I knew it… and the other two people who showed up knew it…
But, the instructor—who had to have known it (being an attendee at the same conference since before I was born)—didn’t miss a single beat.
He didn’t give one care to the audience size. Not one huff and not one puff. Not one feeling of awkwardness, frustration, or upset was expressed or sensed from me as a student.
In fact, it was all the contrary.
He was genuinely happy we—all three of us—were there. He was completely present with us during the entirety of the session. He was interesting, methodical, and deliberate. He was a great story teller. And he was evidently having a ton of fun.
This is all to say, he didn’t show up with expectations; he showed up with love.
And love lights the way for whomever and however many care enough to do their part and show up, too.