No Job I’m Too Good For

I’m convinced that there’s no job out there that I’m too good for or that I’m overqualified for. If I have the ability to perform a task that I am simply qualified to do it. Perhaps it does not utilize my entire skill-set, but that doesn’t mean that work is beneath me.

We should delegate work and specialize for the sake of efficiency and quality, not for status and prestige. If there is a something to be done and I’m capable and available, and no one more qualified than me is, I’ll do it.

When we start to believe we are too good for something, it can be easy to become jaded, ungrateful, and dissatisfied. Ultimately it comes down to attitude; I can either look at something as a chore or as an opportunity, and that’s completely up to me.

The What and the How

The what is the facts. What information do you have to offer. Hopefully its accurate and important.

The how is the delivery. How do you get your point across. Hopefully its effective.

Used to be obsessed exclusively with the what. Facts were the only thing that mattered. My perspective was the only logical one, and logic is indisputable!

But not everyone in the world grew up similarly to me. And even if they did that doesn’t mean anything. My siblings have different worldviews than me! Individuals’ lived experiences inform what is logical to them. And once I recognized that, I became less concerned with the what and more with the how.

I am by no means an expert on the how but I think recognition is a good first step, and I think I’m getting better.

And don’t get me wrong, the what is still super important. Having accurate and truthful facts is important, but at the end of the day will live in a world with humans, and those facts can be virtually meaningless unless you can convince the person sitting across from you that those facts are trustworthy and why those facts matter.

Indecision

I have a lot of drafts saved on this blog. Often times I’ll think of something and write it in here to save for later. Sometimes I do. Usually I don’t which is why there’s a huge backup. The reasons why I don’t finish or publish them varies. I may think it’s too personal, or too controversial, or not well written. Fretting over the choice of which one to post (which one is least risky [shame on me]) often leads to me not posting at all.

When I want or need to make a decision I try to give myself a clear cut reason. In this case, my reason is to just post something. Just do it. It doesn’t have to revolutionary or life-changing, it’s about the process and the practice.

The Likelihood Just Frightens Me

The likelihood just frightens me and it’s easier to hide.

Four Seasons, Rex Orange County

It’s funny how much possibility and mere ideas inhibit us. We are constantly weighing costs and benefits. People love buying lotto tickets because the worst that can happen is that they lost a couple bucks, and the best that can happen is they become an instant millionaire.

I think people like taking risks and doing new things, but only when the worst outcome is relatively harmless. Trying new foods/ restaurants, listening to new music, adopting a new hairstyle, etc. Yet even with stuff as innocuous as those, people can become uncomfortable deviating from the status quo.

But it’s not just the bad that often holds us back, the prospect of positive change can be scary too. What if I get this new job and I have to change my day-to-day routine? What if I actually like this girl? What if I decide I want to do this thing for the rest of my life? Walking out into the unknown is scary, but I think what might be scarier, or at least less exciting, is hiding right where you are.

 

Thoughts on “How are you?”

We use it everyday as a pretty standard greeting. If I ask, “How are you?” you say, “Good thanks. How are you?” then I say, “Doin’ well” then we continue a conversation or walk away from each other. Of course there are more and less awkward variations of this that we all have experienced, but the point is that “How are you” has become a transaction. I ask, you reciprocate, that’s the expectation, and if you don’t you’re rude. But if you respond with anything that deviates significantly from “I’m fine,” that’s too much information.

The things is “How are you?” can be a deeply personal question. Everyone has a mask they wear in public to hide whatever it is they are going through, or what they have been feeling, especially if things have not been going so well. By transactionizing “How are you?” we miss out on some really extraordinary opportunities to connect with people.

I’m not saying we shouldn’t ask “How are you?” anymore, I just think we should try to be a bit more intentional about it. It shouldn’t be thrown out there with the expectation of reciprocation. If you ask someone how they are doing, genuinely care about the answer and show them you care.

I think…

I’ve been conflicted about starting off sentences with “I think.”

“I think” is a shield, the vanguard to my ego, protecting it from deniability.

If it’s what I think, then it can’t be wrong…because what type of monster tells someone what they think is wrong.

Even if it is…but it’s my opinion, so its not.

“I think” is a disclaimer, there to let you know that I’m not the type of person who would dare have the audacity to have convictions.

“I think” means “I don’t feel strongly enough about this to say for sure.”

“I think” means “I’m scared.”

“I think” isn’t bad, but I use it more often than I should.

At least that’s what I think.

My fear

I’ve put off sharing this blog with…well anyone (except for a few and you know who you are), mostly because by sharing it, other people might know what/ how I think (gasp). And if they know how I think, they can and will judge me based on that. This fear has overridden any confidence I’ve had that there is any value in what I’ve written and any desire I’ve had to connect with people through sharing and discussing ideas.

I’m afraid people will think that some of what I written is pathetic, or cringey, or stupid. I’m afraid that nobody will read it or nobody will be interested. I’m afraid that everyone will read it, putting me at the mercy of their judgement. I’m afraid that people will mistake my sharing of opinions with arrogance. I’m afraid not just of failure (whatever that means in this case), but of acknowledging that both failure and success come from trying and from pressing send. And I’m afraid of how much more common failure is than success.

When Han Solo told C-3PO “never tell me the odds,” that wasn’t arrogance, but rather a suppression of the fear that 3PO was instilling in him (ok, maybe it wasn’t meant to be an commentary on fear, but just go along with it). While I am not facing a violent demise at the hands of flying space rocks, I consider living in this fear an equally tragic fate…and so here we are.

So with all that said, feel free to browse old posts and stay up-to-date on the new ones. If you do read any of this, or even got this far on this post, I hope you get something out of it and, please, if you have any thoughts at all on anything I write I would love to hear them, ideally through writing them directly on the post, so others can enjoy them, or by contacting me some other way if that makes you more comfortable. And if you do think any/ all of it is stupid or arrogant, or you disagree, or if you simply have nothing to say, that is just as valid, and I encourage you to express that or call me out (or not, it’s up to you).

I’m not gonna lie, I really hope you like what you find here, but if you don’t, I get the opportunity to get over it and to not take it personally.

Now what are you afraid of?