I’m very good at what I do.

These were the seven(ish) words I used to figure out whether or not I was successful at something. I used to tell myself that when I could confidently and honestly tell myself that about myself, it meant I could then move on and either try something new and progress to something else or simply enjoy my newfound success.

Aside from giving me a sort of psychological ladder to climb, I came to learn, that the exercise was essentially meaningless. Progress is messy and things are never so clean cut. You don’t move through life in fits and starts, it’s a constantly moving series of processes.

I like your response here about avoiding becoming an expert, and the fallacy you point out is pretty much my development in a nutshell. In addition to it sometimes I feel that perhaps those insights of whether we like or dislike something are subtle clue’s to finding the right path.

Sure, there’s the mundane and parts to a job that aren’t pleasant, but on top of that the work I used to do just wasn’t intrinsically motivating. So I left, and even though I struggle most days and my life might resemble the chaos of a childhood sandpit — I’m happier than I’ve ever been.

What have you discovered since leaving your last job?

Perhaps the greatest gift that we can give to each other is a greater understanding of ourselves.

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