I want a mentor that is a goodness coach. I want goodness coaches to be a thing, to the point that it’s obvious you probably have a goodness coach and it’s clear that probably you’ve shopped around a little for one that really works for you. Here’s the deal:I find, as an intelligent and kind young adult, that I can do more and that I’d like to do more. Do more for the world, that is. There are a few obstacles I wrestle with that I’d like to mention.1. It’s complicated to be an adult. I often rib myself about overstating my intelligence. That based on my track record of failure at simple tasks like feeding myself and paying bills and throwing the milk away when it seems like it’s getting bad, I might want to reevaluate the use of intelligent as a self-descriptor. Although really, being an adult is just complicated. There are a lot of moving parts and there is a lot of responsibility and a lot to figure out and only so many hours in the day, and might I say that guessing is a trying activity (and I’m always guessing). Figuring out how to be an adult has taken up a fantastically large amount my time as an adult thus far.2. Good old guilt and brain slight of hand. I care for a lot of things, and right now my main pursuit doesn’t seem to be saving the world. I’ve had a lot of guilt about this, which really has only resulted in my not participating in anything helpful. I have an all or nothing thought process that is like demon crack for my brain. It happens all over the place. Here’s an example: “Well, if you really wanted to make the world better you’d cut off all your hair and tie yourself to a building naked to protest the something something.. Clean Water, Internet, and Kittens for all!” Now, you’re not doing that, you’re watching Glee and working for the man, so you clearly don’t actually care about making the world better. Simple logic, says evil brain. But murgh, this is false! How did I ever come to think that if I wasn’t on a hunger strike for pandas then I wasn’t a caring person and I should just commit myself to a life of littering and drinking soda at amusement parks?3. I don’t know everything about everything and therefore I do nothing. A spin-off on the last one, this is where I think myself into stupidity. Well, what do I have to offer? Money? My time? My vote? A signature? This line of questions isn’t so bad, it’s when I get to the next tier of questions that the vastness of the universe spreads itself out in front of me, rendering me neutered with awe. Where do I allocate my resources? How do I choose one noble cause over another? What if the Internet is lying to me? What if the world only gets two units of good for every unit I put in, whereas if I had chosen correctly it might’ve gotten five? What if I don’t understand the implications of my actions and I inadvertently fund an organization that rapes chimps with underripe bananas? How would I sleep at night?!4. I have the capacity to learn and overcome all of these issues. Ostensibly a good thing, this makes me feel like I should do it myself. Everyday I’m not doing it, and everyday I am fail. This is a trick of the brain. I also have the capacity to learn how to take a car apart and fix something or other and put it back together again. And yet, I don’t have any qualms about not doing that. I will take my car to an expert and blissfully have them do it. Specialization is a useful function of society. Why not use it?I need an expert to serve as my goodness consigliere. I want to meet with them like I’d meet with a college advisor. I want to discuss with them some options, some plans, some pros and cons. I want to trust them and respect and value their opinions. I want them to trust me and respect and value my opinions, and know that I have great power. I want a mentor that is a goodness coach.
Kerry would like a Goodness coach/mentor. She’s a pretty excellent human. Maybe she’d even be cool with like a video-call sort of coach. Maybe that’d be you?
I could go for a hardcore makeout session right about now tbh
I could go for…
a massage. then a nap/bedtime. because I spent some hours this afternoon hunched over teeny tiny beautiful pieces of lead but now I’m feeling it sooooo don’t get all jealous about how wild the tail end of your 20s could be
(going to try to start these up again… the existing ones have been nice to revisit, so I might as well forge on ahead…)