A few days ago I was listening a podcast about the importance of being able to tell a story, not a lists of jobs when asked about you.
In a spirit of practising, I’m going to share two stories of my early life that affects who I am.
First, my family says I started to speak a bit late. But when I started to speak I did it almost like an adult.
Second, I wear glasses, but when I was a child I didn’t have a bedside table. Throwing the book to the floor after reading was OK, but not the glasses. Getting out of bed was “the way it is”. So I invented and built a clunky lift for taking my glasses to the floor.
Looking back, I can picture that kid in many of my attitudes.
Today I cannot remain silent in a working environment even if I feel my English is not good enough. But I speak much less than I should.
And today, confronted with a “that’s the way it is”, I tend to look for a different way.
You may be tempted to think the first one is a curse and the second is a blessing.
Well, I somehow agree.
But speaking less helps me listening more.
And there is almost always a different way, but sometimes it’s difficult to know if it’s better.
I haven’t change too much.