All downhill from here?

Here’s a notion I’m wrestling with: Do we really get “better” at our jobs over time? 

Let’s say I allow myself a learning curve — a generous one of 3 years — and assume I’m better now than when I was a rookie holding down my first writing job.

But even that assumption I question — I look at some of the projects I did “way back when” and am quite astounded. Some are way more difficult than I’d feel comfortable tackling now — a product of the first-class company I worked for back then, at least in terms of caliber of work.

But for argument, assume the learning curve idea is valid, and I did learn something in those first few years. Am I a better writer now than I was, say, 9 years ago when I first went out on my own?

I guess that depends on how you define “better.”

  • Am I more experienced? Absolutely. I have 800 or so projects under my belt in the last 9 years, of varying degrees of complexity and difficulty. I know how to work, that’s for sure.
  • Am I more versatile? Ummm, probably not. I’ve tended to specialize more since going out on my own, staying away from the really technical, deep topics I used to have to tackle at my first job (nuclear fuel, for example) and sticking to more B-to-B selling of services and such.
  • Am I more credible to clients? Maybe — there’s something to be said for having so much history and such wide-ranging project experience under one’s belt.
  • Am I more confident? Yes and no. Most of the time, I know I can do the job, but, even after all this time, there still is and always will be an element of “Geez, this is hard!” That element Gene Fowler talked about when he said, “Writing is easy; all you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until the drops of blood form on your forehead.” I still get butterflies when I have a particularly tough assignment or when really smart people are looking at me to be the “expert” in how they should talk about themselves and their work.
  • But am I a “better” writer? I honestly don’t know. And that’s a little disconcerting. Have I just been spinning my wheels these many years? Has everybody else been spinning away, too?

Do we really become better secretaries, accountants, lawyers, doctors, builders, roofers, cops, bankers, artists, designers, architects after years on the job? Or is it just easier to go through the motions? Could I have written what I’m writing now 10 years ago? Can I write now what I could write then?

I think craftspeople probably do get better over time — the woodworker is more skillful, the seamstress more accomplished, the sculptor more adept. But I don’t have the answer for the rest of us. Maybe if I was a novelist I could improve that way — to tell richer stories, use words more poetically, portray characters more deeply and realistically. But I’m just a hack — not an artist! 

I’m curious what other people think. Conventional wisdom tells us more experience is better, with age comes wisdom, with practice greater skill. Are you better at your job now than you used to be? Am I better at mine? Or did we peak when we weren’t looking?

Wisdom doesn’t necessarily come with age. 
Sometimes age just shows up all by itself. 
                                              ~Tom Wilson

Chasing bugs.

Conventional wisdom swears you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar. I’m hoping the reverse is true, and I can use that same vinegar to chase nasty bugs away.

After all, the Web says so, so it must be true. 😉 My ongoing sinus issues led me online to search out natural remedies for sinus infections — seems many people swear by apple cider vinegar (“ACV” to those in the know) either mixed with water and sipped or boiled with water and the steam inhaled. I’m giving it a shot — it’s a little hard to swallow, but so is this nagging headache, congestion, and teeth pain. I’ve never actually had a sinus infection before, so this is all foreign territory. But I’ll take a natural remedy over synthetic drugs anyday.

Personally, I believe the cure for every disease and illness exists in nature. That God put all the right ingredients right here, and it’s up to us to figure out how to use them. It’s a shame you can’t find “medicine men and women” wise in the ways of herbs and plants as easily as you can find doctors on every street corner. Or that you can’t go into your local Wal-Mart and find homeopathic remedies as readily as you can find aisle after aisle of chemical concoctions.

Those ancient Indian and Asian cultures have it all over Western Civ when it comes to natural healing. In just a two-minute search, I see that Indian sage is said to relieve fevers, colds, and flu; slippery elm is good for coughs and phlegm; cool witch hazel tea is a great gargle for sore throats. But, here I sit, with nary an all-night homeopath or drive-through Herb Hut in sight. So, I’m limited to what lives in my cupboard — vinegar, honey, cinnamon, cayenne pepper, hot sauce. Heck with a little vodka and tomato juice thrown in, they might be just what the shaman ordered.

Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday,
lying in hospitals dying of nothing. 
                                    ~ Redd Foxx

Back among the living — and loving it.

Nothing like a killer case of the flu to bring new perspectives to life. What started out 2 days before Christmas as an annoying holiday cold, 10 days later had relapsed into what had to be the flu or a very good impersonator. I don’t believe I’ve ever been that ill before — 3 days of pure misery. (Note to self: Get a flu shot next year.)

But today was better — temperature almost back to normal, body aches all but gone, no chills or sweats, corner turned. With fresh meds to see me through the last stages, clean sheets on the bed, another day of rest ahead of me — I feel grateful. Especially when I think of all the people out there for whom pain and illness and simply not being well is a fact of life. Day after day, week after week, month after month. Through no fault of their own, life is a struggle of making it through, trying to stay positive, and never really feeling good. Sure makes a couple of weeks of feeling lousy seem so insignificant. 

It’s one of those wake-up calls we all need now and then: Count Your Blessings. Sitting here in my cozy living room, tapping away on my laptop, surrounded by cheerful Christmas decorations and beautiful lights (it’s Twelfth Night!), I can’t feel anything but incredibly blessed. Remind me of these the next time I complain about silly annoyances or the ups and downs of everyday life: Status quo is quite enough. “Normal” is worth celebrating. Life is good.

For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
                               ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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