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Ever have one of those days, or as in my case, months, where you feel like you’re swimming blind, without even the benefit of echolocation to guide your way? At a meeting with my director and vice president today, I had a eureka moment and finally realized what they want me to do on a certain project. Up until now I had been gathering all the right information, I just got bogged down in the details, the nuts and bolts, and the presentation. I also got some stage fright. You’re only as good as your last gig. I really want this one to be better than good.
In the nick of time comes a story loaded with perspective.
I like to ride a bicycle. But could I ride one blind? Really blind? Prosthetic eyes blind, click your tongue and listen intently for the travels-at-the-speed-of-sound click of echolocation?
Oh, Men’s Journal? Why did our relationship begin only lately on Twitter? Nothing like a story of challenge and intrigue to provide me with the perspective I need to tackle my tasks. No matter how big I perceive them to be, someone else has slayed something monstrously bigger.
Give this a read: The Blind Man Who Taught Himself to See by Michael Finkle. It’s about Daniel Kish of Long Beach, California, and his amazing point of view.
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