Wednesday, March 5, 2014

I don't have to think... I only have to do it.

I do not make a habit of basing my philosophical view points on popular music.  In fact I'm pretty sure that in most cases I'd more quickly run away from popular music.  Even if the employed definition of popular is kind of broad.  However, there is one such song that has rang true to me for a very long time.  I grew up in the eighties and nineties, the latter being the period of my adolescence.  During this period there was a very popular band named Nirvana, and they covered a song by - a significantly less popular band - The Meat Puppets.   That song is called Oh Me, and below is the snippet of the lyrics that stand as the point of this post (further down is the video from a random YouTube source, but the lyrics here are the significant part).

I don't have to think
I only have to do it
The results are always perfect
And that's old news

Contemplate that for a moment, and think about how much truth is contained in that simple verse.   To summarize my point I will now point to my own anecdotal example.

Less than one year ago, I was in living in Kentucky and had reached a point of misery with my employer.  So miserable that I was ready to abandon ship.  An opportunity came to do just that, I had only needed to make it through an arguably grueling interview process.  I went through 3 total interviews, the first two were a breeze for me, but the final one caught me on a day when I was sick and not on my game.  I thought about rescheduling, but inevitably decided that would make me look just as bad - if not worse - than just letting sick-me attend this one.   So I went for it... and fell flat on my face.  I stumbled over questions that I should have been easy, and made myself look like a damn fool in the process.  Needless to say, I was passed over for this position.  This position that I had so badly wanted.  The position that would make me happy, and make life so much more enjoyable.   However, life - or fate as some may call it - had a different plan for me, and it would almost immediately start to unveil itself.

A few months earlier, the employer with whom I'd become so miserable, had submitted a proposal to a client.  A proposal on which I'd agreed to list my name, agreeing  to move my family to New England if we were to win.  Within about two weeks of being told that I'd failed my final interview, I was told I was indeed moving, and assuming this new role in Massachusetts.  This was a tremendous change for me, it placed me both in a new business role, and hundreds of miles away from home - the only state I'd known for 38 years. It was stepping way outside of anything close to a "comfort zone", and moreover, it was the one glimmer of hope that I could, once again, find happiness in my - going on nine year - career with this company.

Today, as I walk through downtown Boston on my way to work, I have found that happiness again.   I find this walk to provide me with a daily reminder of the power of fate, because each day I walk past the door of that other company - the very one that passed me over in Kentucky.  I walk past it and smile because life had a different plan, a better plan, and I just didn't know it yet.

Every decision, whether or not it seems significant, has the potential to impact life events - even if the choice is the lesser of two evils (i.e. going to the interview sick vs. asking to reschedule it). However, there is, in my experience, no need to worry and fret over these decisions.  Life has a way of making these things work out. We don't need to think, we only have to do it, the results are always perfect.