We all basically have to take ownership for the things we recommend, the things we like, even — sometimes — the things we consume. Everything says something about the type of person we are.
Is there any value in being good at something you hate?
I was reading an interview with Stephen Elliott and he said that he’s pretty much rich. Not because he makes a lot of money (he doesn’t), but because he doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to. That’s what being rich means, he said.
Awhile ago at thanksgiving we were going around the room saying what we were thankful for, and I said I was thankful that Janessa and I were able to do anything we wanted to do, become whatever we wanted become, pursue anything we wanted to pursue. After I said it, I realized how arrogant it sounded, like we were these privileged people or something, but all I really meant was that we live in middle class America and we can get loans.
One time in high school I was walking out to my car and some kid lobbed me a football from across the parking lot. An 80 yard throw probably. Maybe more. I had my backpack on and a pile of books under my arm and when the ball came down I caught it one handed, pulled it down like I was hardly trying. The football coach was standing right there and he said, “I think we just found our wide receiver.” It was probably the proudest moment of my life.
But the thing was, I wasn’t any good at football. The catch was a fluke. A miracle. It would never happen again. I knew it even right then.