During vacation along Lake Michigan, my stepfather wanted to watch the fishing tournament nearby. I declined to join him (it was raining). Nevertheless, he brought back video of the anglers showcasing the walleye they caught. “That guy there, he’s a professional. He brought in three fish weighing almost 20 pounds.” As I watched the footage on his iPhone, I asked him if only professionals could compete. “Oh no,” he responded, “there were several amateurs there too.” When I asked how the professional anglers were separated from the amateurs, he explained the difference.
Oh Matt, This is a beautiful and wise post. I love your conclusion: "I recognized that I did not need to have all the answers, but rather to be curious, empathetic, and transparent about my beliefs and values. This humbleness, to act like an amateur – as a walleye angler, as a surgeon, as a teacher or a leader – is what it means to be a professional." Yes! True for living in the world as well. With admiration, Regie
Oh Matt, This is a beautiful and wise post. I love your conclusion: "I recognized that I did not need to have all the answers, but rather to be curious, empathetic, and transparent about my beliefs and values. This humbleness, to act like an amateur – as a walleye angler, as a surgeon, as a teacher or a leader – is what it means to be a professional." Yes! True for living in the world as well. With admiration, Regie