Too many people choose their work by what they are able to do.
I’m good at this, so I’ll do it.
But the better choice is to do what you are made to do. What are you made to do?
Play the long game with life.
It’s the only way to win.
There’s something special about being chosen. About being free to be the chooser. About choosing one another. I pick you. Nothing sucks worse than being picked last for a team in school or in business; few things feel better than being chosen first. Or better yet, being the captain.
What are you choosing? And what do you allow yourself to be chosen for?
Sing, Bard, Sing
When I became an economic developer, one of the first things I had to do was explain my story. How I practiced law but did not love it. How I was able to cultivate a love of martial arts into a career but did not love it. How all points led to home, and how I found love and faith there. Our communications director at the time sat me down to write my biography for the organization. I told my tale and midway through our talk she asked me if I knew of Bob Goff. I did not. She said I needed to read his book because he’s a lawyer, too, and my story sounded just crazy enough that I would likely enjoy his wild book, too. She made a mental note to try and find a leftover copy from when the team had read it for its engagement and wellness efforts.
Time passed. Although it sounded like a great book, I had stacks of books which needed reading, so it slipped my mind. Fate, however, is not so easily denied. A few weeks later, the book was waiting for me at the office. They had found a copy of Love Does.
I had been chosen.
Fate Always Comes Back Around
Life is funny. I used to think that life is just full of once-in-a-lifetime moments (I refuse to say YOLO, man, no way) and it surely is, but life usually has ways of putting something in front of us many, many times. In endless circles. We lap them. Or it laps us. This is a good thing for us guys, who sometimes need something whacked over our heads over and over again before we ever bother to see it.
Where did that come from?
Once I learned about Bob Goff, I started to see him everywhere. Speaking at conferences. Writing forewords in books I read. Being best friends with sovereign nations and their leaders. It is one of life’s sacred joys to “discover” a new guide, a new resource, even after everyone else has.
New to you ain’t used. It’s new.
Wisdom delayed ain’t so bad after all.
Choose new guides, even if, and especially so, if they are old to everyone else but new to you.
There’s wisdom, along with gold, in them there hills.
What DO YOU PROPOSE?
I was late to the Bob Goff party.
Bob is many things. One thing he is is he’s an attorney. But that’s not all. Bob’s an owner. He owns his own law firm, rightly a partnership. Every year, on December 31st, the law firm partnership dissolves. Every year, everyone at the firm becomes a free agent. Able to work where they choose. And every year, Bob, an enviable romantic, gets down on one knee and proposes to each teammate. To ask if they would do him the honor of practicing law alongside him for another year.
It got me to thinking: What if you did that with your work as well as your tribe?
What if you got down on one knee and proposed to your calling? Promised it, that for one more year, at least, you would give everything you had, all your heart and soul? That you were all in?
What if you did that for your spouse?
Commit. Pledge. Engage.
I propose we propose more often.