While proofing this month's eZine, I noticed that Bonnie, our editor, included a quote in the Thought for the Day section in honor of my upcoming birthday. Her birthday is also in June, but since she's a year younger, she's always coming up with ways to subtly (and sometimes not so subtly, as in broadcasting it to our 9000 readers) remind me of my age. But I don't really need any prompting because as soon as the calendar hits May, I shift into what I call my pre-birthday mode. This means I regularly inspect my face in search of changes from last year's birthday celebration photo - with an extra emphasis on hairs that sprout in unexpected places. I also start a month-long contemplation over what I am going to select as my 'thing to learn' for the new year. I have a (verging on irrational) need to prove that I am not an old dog, and that I can learn new tricks.
I know that as people age, they often resist innovation and technological changes, so I've been choosing to improve my skills in the high-tech arena. Two years ago I mastered online banking and bill paying. This past year I overcame my hesitancy about text messaging. I am nowhere near proficient in my texting abilities, but I'd say that 'barely competent' is a fair way to describe someone who takes four minutes to send a 4-word text (without punctuation) and then a fifth minute to figure out if it really was sent.
This year, I feel I should learn to use social networking and, in particular, Twitter. My use of the word 'should' is not a good sign. Perhaps you've heard the expression, "Should-ing all over yourself"? I am pretty sure I'd feel better prepared to learn the how of Twitter if I could just understand the why of it. Why is it necessary to broadcast my every thought? Why do people (my followers as they are called, which makes me feel a bit like a guru rather than a businesswoman and a mom) need to know where I am at all moments? If I choose not to tweet, I would like to think that it means I am standing my ground and declaring my independence and uniqueness. But I worry that these are merely age-driven smoke screens to cover my resistance to technological change. Either way, I really need to move beyond this dilemma.
My solution, that I am sharing with 9000 people, Twitter-style, is that for this birthday, I am going to do the exact opposite of tweeting and learn something low-tech, yet equally-as-foreign-to-me. I am going to work with my hands.
A few weeks ago I helped my next door neighbor set tile in a half-bath in his house. I originally volunteered to work with him because he had been procrastinating and I thought my presence would help him overcome that. What I didn't expect was that I would get hooked. I returned the next night, begging him to turn off the baseball game so we could start grouting. I may be biased, but the portion of the bath that I worked on definitely looks more professional than his, and he is someone who has, off-and-on, done manual work for a living. I was so proud of my handiwork that I made my whole family (and a couple friends) traipse through my neighbor's house to take a look.
My goal for this birthday year is to continue to help my neighbor fix up his house until I feel confident enough to experiment in my own home. And when I blow out the candles on my cake, I am going to wish for my very own tool belt!
Is there a business lesson in this? You bet there is. Having the right tools. making well-thought out decisions, and keeping up with trends, are all certainly important in business. But what's most important is making sure you stay true to yourself and follow your instincts.
Last Updated: 2/25/2012