Imagine a child pushing another child, stealing a toy to play with it. What would you do? A lot of adults respond to this situation with anger. They scold the child, grab the toy and hand it back to the other child. Now, think about that for a while. The child grabs the toy forcefully from somebody else. The adult grabs the toy forcefully from somebody else. What does the child learn?
What do you do? It’s such a common question, yet my answer is a failure every single time. It almost always kills the conversation and produces an awkward silence. Well, not anymore. I’m going to learn how to define what I do in an exciting way. For starters, I’m simply not going to mention my job anymore. My job doesn’t excite me. Getting the job excited me, and some of the details about the job are incredible and mind-blowingly perfect, yet I don’t like talking about the actual work that I do.
I’ve made radical changes to my life in the past year. It feels like I’m finally growing up, finally solving my problems, finally learning to create my own life. I wasn’t always this brave. For my entire adult life, I’ve been trying to improve. I’ve made lists of things I don’t like about myself and made commitments to improve the most important parts. I had big dreams and tried to aim for them.
Sometimes I feel like I don’t contribute much to the world at all. I try to remember the last time somebody thanked me, and all the memories just fade before I can reach them. I try to remember the last time I helped anyone, and the only things I can remember are about cleaning up or carrying something. Yet I know that people generally enjoy my presence. It must be for a reason.