The other day a friend asked me why I do what I do. It’s a reasonable question, albeit one that reveals a baseline level of privilege we both share. But I found it surprisingly confronting. The friend (his name is Toby) is a management consultant and had a clear answer: People have problems that are beyond their scope to solve, so he comes in and figures out how to solve them, and that’s satisfying. I consider that a good answer.
Do you want to be right—or happy?
Do you want to be right—or happy?
Do you want to be right—or happy?
The other day a friend asked me why I do what I do. It’s a reasonable question, albeit one that reveals a baseline level of privilege we both share. But I found it surprisingly confronting. The friend (his name is Toby) is a management consultant and had a clear answer: People have problems that are beyond their scope to solve, so he comes in and figures out how to solve them, and that’s satisfying. I consider that a good answer.