Thalia read from a LinkedIn post. “What are you known for —” The Muse of Wit walked across the studio on her hands. “Strength orrrrrrr, weakness?”
Urania corrected Typist’s consistent misspelling of the word
entreprenuer to entrepreneur in an email she was editing. “Trick question.”
“It’s a trick question because…” Calliope closed her eyes so that she could see better, “… because there can be no strength without weakness. Weakness by another name is opportunity… opportunity to learn and grow.”
“And!” Thalia flipped her perspective, planting her feet on the floor. “What matters most isssss — knowing yourself!”
Growth begins when we begin to accept our own weakness.
~ Jean Vanier
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Does Tal ever get under anyone else’s skin? She reminds me of those multi-sport athletes that can perform all sorts of challenging maneuvers with ease! Smarty pants!
I can offer those observations as one who was too similar in my elementary through middle school years. I wanted to think I excelled to create a diversion from how I really felt. I corrected my teachers! (After all, I was right!) I took any challenge or dare that showed itself.
Then there was the first chair B-flat clarinet incident. I’d played since second grade (with little instruction from the traveling music teacher, and less practice). I had joined the school marching band before starting middle school, and learned to keep the reed from freezing solid during Veteran’s Day parades in sub-freezing weather. 🥶
So when i joined the concert band, the more melodic first chair sheet music “sounded right.” I also didn’t know the sense of second and third chair parts. They sounded unmelodic! Clunky. The band leader indicated that third chair was the available seat, so there I started. I also quickly realized the first chair clarinetists were great! Bruised ego... but I persisted. I made 2nd chair by 9th grade but never 1st.
My emphasis wasn’t on mastering the instrument. Rather, assuaging my sense of low self-esteem with “position.” First has to be superior to third! The clunky third chair parts were a dead give away!
That’s my long version, incomplete, of what typist wrote so efficiently! I only saw weakness and failed to see opportunity. I would not have allowed a “Cal” to share thoughts on how to view weakness and respond to opportunity. Knowing myself in those days was more like living “The Daily Riddle,” A Tal classmate or friend wouldn’t have made sense telling me to focus more on knowing myself.
The Pennsylvania-Dutch saying comes to mind, “We grow too soon old and too late smart.” The growing old part I have a handle on. The smart part might take a while longer. 😬