The Little Things Matter
I walk through the shop and see how I am letting things slip.
The screens could be better maintained…
My ink containers aren’t as pristine anymore…
The boxes on the shelves are not organized by due date…
The list grows, as do my feelings of inadequacy. Doubt is a powerful drug. Self-doubt can be a killer.
So I stop and take a breath. Sometimes I close my eyes. When I’m ready time starts again and I reassess.
The problems are real but they can be tackled. A bit of time and energy and everything is set in place. The little things are wrangled and I can get on with the rest of my day. I’m not solving all the issues, but I am trying to do right by the things I have control over.
Danger averted for now.
As I continue with this thing called Shirt Folk, self-doubt is something that hits me almost daily. It brings me back to the early days of being a manager and thinking I would never be good enough. I remember wanting to leave the job because I thought my best would bring nothing but mediocrity.
“Mediocrity.” That’s a word I’ve always feared. I never minded losing. But being safe and sound worries me to no end. Time is a precious thing and, and seeing as there’s so little of it, spending it on a “safe” journey doesn’t make much sense to me.
So when I doubt myself, I follow the refrain from my time in the shop.
And I go to work on the little things.