Show your ugly.
I just come to realize what I’m into is becoming more and more uncomfortable.
Self-deprecating? Maybe.
In simple terms. I love getting myself into a corner and fight out of there. And there’s no corners like feeling uncomfortable.
When I first get uncomfortable
I still remember my first multi-pitch climb. In some parts I couldn’t even imagine how my friend lead the route.
But it probably started with me climbing all the way up to the top of the walnut tree on my grandfather’s house.
More of the same
It was uncomfortable, and rightly so, to stand on a stage and play rock songs.
Uncomfortable to hitchhike back from Grenoble to the hills of Matra. To solo a high mountain climbing route onsite.
Uncomfortable. Pivoting multiple times in my career
- outdoor shop sales guy >
- freight forwarder >
- selling freight forwarding >
- international moves >
- high value home rentals for expats >
- talent sourcing >
- ?
You get the gist.
Even more uncomfort?
Having kids.
Can you ever get ready for such a thing.
This is where I learned to live dangeruous. Yes, your capacity for love grows in leaps. Which may even help you be more loving with yourself.
Also, there comes the point where you have to figure how to add value to other’s life with being uncomfortable. Rather then just hurt them.
Do you see the stand up parallel now?
So am I going to do standup now?
I love Andrew Dice Clay. Also, his way of thinking about comedy as a tool.
Now, I won’t run and look up open mics in Dublin, but… you can bet the farm on me going into even more uncomfortable waters.
You know where to find me.
P.S.
As always, go and comment about this on twitter at me or even on LinkedIn, just to make it even more uncomfortable. Fellow uncomfortablist yourself? Follow, me let’s bond!
P.P.S.
I have more uncomfortable stuff that I may be inclined to share. You want poems, lyrics I wrote in French, German?