When I was littler I never once said “When I grow up I want to use spreadsheets all day long”. It was never the goal to be stuck behind a screen looking at tables of data and working out what on earth it means.
I have a hard sell with the work I do, Mrs G will often say that I have the same title as Chandler from the classic TV series Friends (let’s talk about how old Friends is for a moment…it started in 1994, so for the Feliciraptor it is already 19 years old. The equivalent age gap for me would replace Friends with I Love Lucy). Yet I’m no executive specialising in statistical analysis and data reconfiguration, I’m just someone who happens to be good at reading numbers and relaying them back to others.
The only problem is with numbers you have no way to express yourself.
So instead I have to find other ways to exercise both hemispheres of my brain. I do this blog and write plenty of nonsense that I would otherwise have to internalise. And what is the internet for if not to sound off and have your thoughts recorded and stored in massive data farms for our future robot overlords to use (All Hail 010100101111). It is one way for me to play with words in a way that I do with their numerical counterparts.
The positive is that it tires out the crazy part of my brain. Instead of interlacing presentations with gifs of cats or meteors hitting the Earth to represent the impact of Google’s algorithm changes (both things I have done) I haven’t the energy. I expended that resource here, so I’m better able to separate out what’s in here (points to head) from out there (points everywhere else).
Writing though does have it’s downside. Apart from the obvious, the fact that some of my thoughts are now recorded for all time (as long as that time has WiFi and electricity) I’m also a well balanced individual. With both sides of my brain being exercised how can I be better at one side or the other?
If I wasn’t creative I could be oh so better at my job. I might even work at home instead of playing around with posts. I could read more Excel-y or data heavy stuff, perhaps even have progressed in my career by being more focused on re-configuring data and analysing statistics. This would not be who I wanted to be, I would not be the person I wanted to be when I was littler.
No chart I have produced has ever allowed me to express myself like words do.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Express Yourself!.”
Do you love to dance, sing, write, sculpt, paint, or debate? What’s your favorite way to express yourself, creatively?