My mom often jokingly tells people I’ve taken “six weeks of everything.” For years I’ve wondered if that was a bad or good thing, like maybe it indicates I can never really work long enough to get good at anything. I’m pretty sure my mom never meant it that way. She likely just thinks it is a funny quirk of my personality that I have an insatiable desire to try things I find intriguing—not necessarily learn them to the point of mastery.
Just a few of the things I can or could get by doing:
- Sign language
- Writing children’s books
- Twirling a baton
- Speaking German
- Swing/Salsa/Ballroom dancing
- Speaking Greek
- Administering first aid to dogs/cats
- Film editing
- Playing guitar
- Doing CPR
- Speaking Spanish
- Rock climbing
- Directing live TV
- Trapping and stuffing small mammals
- Playing piano
….and I won’t even bother listing the long list of sports I’ve played or software programs I’ve learned. You get the picture.
Tonight I finished yet another six weeks of something. I can now write code in Ruby, a programming language. Before class, I watched a graduation of students from the coding academy who have spent the last seven grueling months building a marketable skill set. It was inspiring.
I, on the other hand, drove home quietly to no fanfare and without a marketable skill set…just six more weeks of something else behind my yellow Taekwondo belt.
But I’m thrilled.