Trust.
Rare, priceless, hard to accomplish.
And the other person has “trust” — not you. You don’t own it, you don’t control it, you don’t create the mindset of trust in your customer’s head
Yet simple. And easy, if you have made a decision to be trustworthy.
You cannot create trust. You can only behave in a trustworthy manner. Marcus Aurelius strikes again.
Jerry Seinfeld quote (allegedly) from Twitter:
“No one’s really that great. You know who’s great? The people that just put tremendous amount of hours into it. It’s a game of tonnage.”
Put in the work.
Ground to a halt. Fatigue. Mid-afternoon. I need a nap.
Be picky about what you read
Be picky about what you write
@dineshraju
This is a drum that needs to be beaten all the time.
As a man thinketh . . . .
Focus on what you want more of.
Ignore what you want to see less of.
If you dwell on “ain’t it awful” and conspiracy theories, guess what! You get more awful and the conspiracy theories come true. “They” are doing “that” to “us” kind of conspiracy theories, I mean. If you dwell on those type of thoughts, “they” have taken over your soul.
Displacement.
“Write well” does not correlate with “smart”.
“Smart” does not correlate with “got yer shit together.”
I have been self-delusional here. (A) That I write well. (B) That the correlation exists, implying I’m smart. This fallacy I’m seeing daily, now that I am willing to be humble. (C) And I certainly don’t have my shit together in any meaningful fashion.
But.
(D) So what?
Acknowledge these truths: I overestimate my skills and my intelligence. I’m average in the shit-together department. And it doesn’t matter — on a cosmic or lifetime scale.
I’m OK.
It’s 1 a.m. I can’t sleep (jet lag), and I’m at peace.
We are all privates in this army. Even me.
If I consider all of the things in the world I don’t know, and will never know . . . am I smart? Nope.
If I consider the new things I come across daily and struggle to understand—or am oblivious to their existence . . . am I smart? Nope.
If I consider how writing is a struggle and how often thoughts I want to speak come out obviously wrong or new and different thoughts erupt spontaneously from my brain . . . do I have any particular skill? Nope.
Through earnest and dogged persistence I have found a plateau on which I rest, mid-climb. Yet the mountains call me to rise and trudge upward. Why, I cannot say. Yet, climb I must.