It’s a well known fact that I do NOT jump through hoops well.
It’s just short of a miracle that I made it through college. I know how to do homework, sure. I know the how-to’s of test taking. I can write 20 page papers in two days on no sleep and three squares per day of granola bars and ramen noodles. But what drives a lot of people nuts- what’s the point.
Had I been born in the 1990’s or early 2000’s, I would have skipped every extra curricular activity in high school and ignored college entirely. Let’s face it, our education system is being replaced by online courses and specific skillset training that anyone with a smart phone or a computer can access, often for free or at a fraction of what a university charges.
I follow one basic rule especially dealing with education:- Question everything!
I changed majors in college several times over. I ended up with a double major. Problem was, I couldn’t land on anything I was satisfied with. Education is a tool. If you can’t tell me what the practical purpose behind studying any give topic is, we have a problem. Namely, I lose interest really fast.
Why is this hoop here? Why is it on fire? Do I have to jump through it? Can I just walk around? Is this really a smart idea? Wouldn’t it be more practical not to have a hoop? Yeah, it probably does cheese some people off.
The older I get, the more experience factors in.
And I know that’s not the answer some people necessarily want to hear, but it’s often what they need to hear. There is certainly a lot of room for new paradigms and moving forward. That’s cool, too. But there are also times when I think people should stop and listen to what some of us older folks are saying.
Another thing about that- you can teach an old dog new tricks, but he doesn’t forget the old ones. Likewise, you get to be an old dog by surviving the dumb stuff you did. There are times it’s okay to take a risk. And there are also times when playing it safe is perfectly okay. Sometimes the old wisdom isn’t so terrible, but sometimes, it’s just old.
Today I find myself at a crossroad in life.
I can play it safe, and find that crusty 9-5 job and trudge toward the grave for another 15-20 years, (like a damn jail sentence,) which is literally jumping though the hoop by my estimation. It’s what’s expected. It’s “normal.” It’s “responsible, reliable, dependable and predictable.” (Can you hear me getting ready to barf?) And believe me, if that’s what you’re doing and you’re satisfied, good for you.
OR I can figure out my own thing. I can come up with my own hustle. I can find some way to provide for my family, keep my dignity, fulfill my life’s purpose, maybe even help some folks along the way, and be my own boss. I think just typing this in charges me up more toward doing my own thing. So, I’m building my own hoop. I’m setting it on fire. And I know the motorcycle can make the jump.
Until next time, stay safe. All flaming hoops and sharks in this blog are fictitious. No Jeffs or animals were harmed in the making of this blog. More to come.