Sadly,
being a perfectionist who sets high expectations for myself and strives
persistently to achieve them, I cannot be satisfied with good effort
unless it results in good work. I struggle to accept and embrace
sucking, my own less-than-stellar performance. An old mentor once told
me that the antidote to perfectionism is acceptance, of our strengths as
well as our flaws. Giving ourselves permission to live a healthy and
happy life while occasionally stumbling, falling, messing up, or not
doing and giving it our very best, just our good enough. It’s all
temporary anyway – our successes and failures. When things go well, be
sure to enjoy it fully. And during those times when it's not all smooth
sailing, remember that the wheel of life is always turning, and this,
too, shall pass. We need a good mix of successes, partial successes, and
failures, a wide variety of experiences, and to face them all with a
cheerful heart.
Now,
clearly, sucking at something is not fun, but the point is to remind
ourselves to be okay with sucking for the moment. Instead of berating
yourself for falling short, take a humorous approach and tip your hat to
your flaws saying “You are welcome here, too. And we’ll work this out.”
The same old mentor challenged me to always keep trying new activities,
the point being that I’d suck at the vast majority of them, at least in
the beginning. And so, every so often, I will try and pick up a new
hobby. I’ve lost count of all the many different pursuits, but can
honestly say that some were a huge success being well-suited for my
natural ability (adult coloring books, hiking and kayaking), some were
an epic fail (kickboxing - hated the smell, and Dragon boat racing -
pulled my back rowing on just one side), and some were enjoyable despite
the fact that I kind of suck at it, for example, knitting. I never
progressed beyond easy patterns for scarves and blankets. But I love
knitting. It’s like therapy for me. I even started a knitting club,
being the club’s least talented member. But you know what? I am
perfectly happy being a beginner knitter for life.
You
might counter and ask: “but why would anyone do something they are not
good at?” Well, why not? By definition, free time should be a time when
we are free to do things for which we have great passion or that give us
great pleasure even if we don’t necessarily have the talent or skills.
Time out from duties, responsibilities, and toils should be all about
fun as a way to reenergize and refresh the mind and body. There’s a lot
to be said for just being in the moment, creating a safe zone where no
comparing or competition are allowed, where pure presence and joy are
the end-goal.
This
brings me to this week’s new challenge – getting back in the pool. It
seemed like a truly great idea to fill two needs with one deed, give my
legs a break and embrace the sucking. Except that swimming is my worst
nightmare. It’s boring, the chlorine kills my skin and wreaks havoc on
my curls, and I just cannot get the hang of breathing in the water. To
add insult to injury, my goggles always fill with water making my eyes
sting. I am definitely meant for solid ground, not water. Despite all of
the above, I was determined to give swimming (another) try. I should
also specify that I am the product of my father’s Sink or Swim survival
swimming teaching method, tossing us kids into the water to make us
swim, which in all fairness, was the chosen practice at the time. Most
of my friends also took swimming lessons later on. Swimming lessons were
a compulsory element in the school 4th grade curriculum when I was
growing up in Israel. It was certainly a defining experience of my youth
being a pale fat girl sticking out like a sore thumb among the fit,
toned, and tanned bodies of my classmates, the sabras. I managed to get
out of swim lessons due to chronic ear infections, and so I never
properly learned how to swim.
But
I showed up committing myself to swimming two times a week, 30 minutes
per workout. I wasn’t expecting to be able to cover 20-30 laps like I
used to after I took some swimming lessons a couple of years ago, but I
was not prepared to only be able to do just 2 lengths of the pool before
needing to take a break. By the end of the 30-minutes involving some
swimming and a lot of resting, I was completely and utterly exhausted to
the delight of my elderly lane-mate who tried to lecture me about the
importance of being in good shape. It certainly didn’t help that I made
the rookie mistake of forgetting to remove the logo stickers from my
brand new googles, looking like a complete and utter idiot, so silly.
But instead of protesting too much about my fitness level, I decided to
embrace the sucking and allow my uniqueness to scream out loud, “yes, I
suck!”
Is this at all applicable to building a career?
Some people approach their careers the same way our parents wanted us
to approach school: be good at everything. Most people don’t give
themselves permission to suck. They stress over their imperfections and
are in too big of a rush to speed up the learning process, to make a
quick splash. We are humans. Nobody is perfect. Find a way to be okay
with sucking for a short time. You’ll suck at most things in the
beginning. It takes time, persistence, and patience to deliver your best
work. But in our careers, once we spend the necessary time to learn a
skill and gain experience, there comes a point when in order to grow, we
need to drop, or delegate the things that we suck at to focus on the
things we excel at to leverage our strengths for peak performance. Be
honest with yourself and understand your limitations in order to learn,
grow, and improve. Acknowledge the areas where you have room to grow,
but spend most of your energy, time, and attention on using your
strengths to get ahead in your career.
But
always keep challenging yourself to try out new things. You might suck
in the beginning. And that’s okay. Never miss an opportunity to show up
and do the best that you can. Have the best attitude, be the best at
practicing. It might turn into a great opportunity or something to
leave by the wayside moving on to the next new thing.
When is the last time you tried something new?