The worst enemy of progress is self-inflicted.
As a grad student, I always felt like my classmates held me in higher regard intellectually than was deserved.
Basically, they thought I was “smarter” than I was.
I did a lot of things, which were regarded as “for smart people.”
Lots of tutoring, teaching and otherwise assisting younger students.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think people spent too much of their time thinking about Brian’s intellectual status, but regardless.
Truth be told, every opportunity I received that was considered “exclusive” or say “top-tier” was not gifted, it was received, because I asked for it.
As a freshman in high school, I was irritated about how little playing time I was getting on the basketball team.
“I seriously have no clue why I’m not playing more.” That’s the stuff I said.
Swiftly and with an irrefutable innocence, my mom said something that changed my outlook on opportunity forever.
“Why don’t you ask,” she said. “Your coach is just a person.”
The amazing thing about opportunity is that with a touch of verve, it should breed more opportunity.
Yes, I asked to be a tutor for a difficult undergraduate course. That’s not being a suck-up; that’s being a relationship-building, eager, self-sacrificing, poor college student in need of 10 dollars an hour but with eyes set sharply on the future.
And sure enough, the professor who granted me the first opportunity reciprocated the favor by asking if I’d stay on for another class of tutorship the very next semester. By then, he knew I was interested.
Don’t sit idly by when the worst thing a respected elder can tell you is, “No, but thanks for asking.”
I don’t know everything.
And truth be told, I have no idea why I’m writing this at 12:30am. It has “nothing to do with training or nutrition.”