I’m two months into my 24th year on Earth and what do I have to show for it?
A lot. But in a way, not as much as I know I could have, if I put my mind to it.
I found out the hard way over the years that while I had always thought I was a rebel, doing what I want and not caring what other people think, I am in fact a textbook people pleaser. In third-year university, during a radio broadcast class—I studied journalism—I was in charge of the newsroom for the day, which meant everyone had a handful of hours to run around, find a story, interview sources, prepare their piece, and set it up to run live. I was the cat herder that day, making sure everything ran smoothly so that we produced a passable broadcast.
During the day, my reporters had found intriguing and inspiring stories to cover and I loved all of them. I loved all of the stories so much that I decided I didn’t want to hurt anybody’s feelings. We’d run all of them, just shortened versions of each. No one wants to spend an entire day working on something, only to have it thrown in the trash. Especially in front of the whole class. Makes sense, right?…