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Two years out

Reflecting on the past couple years, there are a few things that I’ve learned at the intersection of the professional and the personal. I was talking recently to a bright young guy coming out of undergrad and found myself giving to him the advice that I most desperately needed a couple months ago:

  1. The most important skills that come out of your first years in the working world are not so much narrow and task related as they are broad and emotional. They have to do with coping with mediocrity and monotony, with recovering from miserable days and discovering fresh stores of self, with crafting new means of motivation, with developing perspective, and appreciating the comedy and richness in the absurd dramas you’ll encounter.
     
  2. If you can make it through the day, you can make it through the week. That seems obvious to the point of being a refrigerator magnet truism, but there have been a lot of days that when I woke, I couldn’t see the end of; there was only the crushing weight of the things I had to get through. But then the day ends, and the morning’s impossibility gives way to the fact that you’re still breathing and nothing is broken beyond repair. You get up and do it again, and again, and next thing you know the week is over.
     
  3. Things can change remarkably quickly, in our inner emotional lives, and in the circumstances that we construct our lives in compromise with. Develop a capacity for differentiating between momentary internal crisis and real, potentially life-shattering crisis. Don’t build your happiness around small, passing events. I think the word for that is “Equanimity”. Practice it. Play a long game and ignore the noise. Few of your mistakes are likely to condemn you and no one achievement will guarantee you comfort.

This and other things from pep talks and graduation speech babble. [edited]

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"A friend who is blissfully engaged to a beautiful woman recently asked me why I was not married. I replied that I had intended to get married, but was looking for the perfect woman. In fact I found her — she met all of the requirements: she was beautiful, spiritual, compassionate, humorous, eloquent and worldly. But unfortunately she was looking for the perfect man."

My brother Omari (perhaps borrowed from elsewhere)

This kind of describes my place in life right now.

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Nobody tell's this to people who are beginners

nprfreshair:

“Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.”

Ira Glass (via nefffy)

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Reset

I fell down a couple months ago. Fell pretty hard. You know, hard like avoiding daylight and the gaze of strangers, hard like goading an oncoming train between guffaws of maniacal laughter. Oh the disillusionment!

Recovery has meant ridding myself of the precious and painful delusion that at 22, the game has somehow been played. Precious, because it was vested with the idea that I was capable of anything I put my mind to. Painful, because it under-anticipated the universe’s witty reply to the certitude of my plans.