Everything became so much more personal when I started my own business. Rejections made me question my skills and a monstrous fear of failure was born. My business is now reflective of me.
I don't really feel like writing about this.
I’ve learned to be wary of shortcuts and accelerated progress. For me, a career is not a race to win against other people, but rather a structure to be built brick by brick, making sure each level is solid before adding another.
The "dumbest" people by far I have ever encountered are whitewater rafting guests. We would encounter pasty white city folk who don't know a paddle from an oar, foreigners who don't know how to swim, and muscle-bound bachelor parties who paddle with the strength of 100 ants.
School never taught me to file taxes, or how to set a budget. CCD (Sunday school) never taught me why Catholics say the things we do in Mass. Job trainings are never as good as the boss promises they'll be in the interview. The vet didn't tell me how to trick my kitten into taking medicine.
However, I don't exactly read a Shakespeare play every week these days. I still enjoy his work, just as I enjoy Victor Hugo, and other Real Literature, but usually in short spurts. Books and plays like those aren't always page-turning lose-yourself-in-another-world stories.
I turn 25 today, which feels like a milestone. In the last quarter century, I’ve raised goats, read through a library and a half, graduated college (and gone back for round two), solo traveled on three continents, dirtbagged, lived with a family that’s not my own, volunteered full-time, learned a second language, and threw in my lot working for a Fortune 500 company.