A few weeks ago, I wrote an article about our Bangladesh team & the extraordinary work they are doing. It's impressive and exceptional, and most of us think: that is waaay beyond me.
But, maybe our scope is just a bit too myopic!
It has been said (by a few, though often attributed to Bill Gates) that we overestimate what we can do in a year, but underestimate what we can do in a decade. I would go even further to say that we probably WAY underestimate the impact we can have in 50 years, over a lifetime.
The reality is that in most cases, something extraordinary has come as a result of a whole lot of ordinary.
Sometimes friends of mine, or new people I meet, will express how impressed they are by dignify. I am super proud, of course, and (as my sappiness over the past fall indicated) in awe at where we've come over our 5 years in business.
But, as much as anything, I feel embarrassed when someone tells me how "impressive" it all is.
Umm... — I think — don't they know how thoroughly unimpressive my days look? Working on a spreadsheet is not impressive! Photographing blankets for hours in front of a white sheet suspended in my dining room = not impressive! Spending the better part of my days over a week signing up for & trying out different email apps to see which one has the toggles I like best? Then, spending an entire day figuring out "custom fields" and importing data? IT IS ALMOST TOO BORING TO TYPE THAT, much less is it impressive! Snooze!
The reality is that as remarkable as anyone's accomplishments seem to be — and somehow, especially when there is "impact" or a "good" that results from their work — it is still comprised of one foot in front of the other, one day at a time, one spreadsheet built on the next.
There is a phrase that I've seen quite a bit in the entrepreneurial world:
"Show Up Every Day."
I think that the idea is supposed to impart the same kind of message as I wrote above: that it is the consistency that makes the difference, not the big, wow moments.
But, for me, this phrase can come off as more discouraging and oppressive than affirming. Every day!? Instead, for the rest of us (beyond the entrepreneurial go-getters), I suggest a slight alteration. Maybe more like,
When you show up, what you do matters.
All those bits & pieces can add up over the years and over the decades. They may not feel particularly impressive, but when you look back, it could be quite extraordinary!
(Not convinced? Just watch the blue marble!)
It has been A MINUTE since I've written a book post! It's actually been over a year, which is a shock — I have read some excellent books this year, and I know many of you are avid readers!
In the past, I've shared book lists for: different points-of-view, family dynamics, & books to give as gifts... today's post/list is nothing more than a thoroughly biased list of books I've enjoyed recently & recommend!
Hasn't this been the refrain of the week?! "Hard to believe that it has been a year."
A year ago, I published a blog post, "A Kantha Blanket's Journey" : a behind-the-scenes look from creation of a blanket in Bangladesh to enjoyment in your living room.
But, the truth is that it was really a way to address the un-(or subtly-)spoken concern from people wondering if they would get COVID-19 in the mail with their blanket!
Somehow, impossibly, I travelled around the world one year ago!
I am deeply grateful to have taken a trip to Bangladesh when I did. I was at a stage of my life & business when the adrenaline had long worn off, and I was a getting a bit stuck in a cultural mindset trap: "I don't feel like doing this every day."
More details on that, I'll save for another day (or perhaps for a more intimate conversation!). But, let it suffice to say that my colleagues in Bangladesh do NOT operate from that mindset... it doesn't even factor into the conversation.
Being reminded of this, as well as seeing — in person — the inner workings and impact of the blanket biz on the production side... well, it was deeply regenerative for me.
If I had not visited in January 2020, I don't know when that trip would have taken place! Soooo thankful.
Here is one story of a woman artisan I met: Poli.