It took just one line in one email to heap a dollop of dread on my Monday.
“Sorry folks, I’m out of office – hope someone can carry the torch and host today!”
If you haven’t heard of a thing called Makeover Monday: check the link, re-read this post, and —*voila*—now you’ve heard of Makeover Monday, a weekly social data project where folks gather to visualize data better.
I’m a stickler for routine, learning, and talking, so I ended up being one of the “regulars” for our sessions at work.
But I’m still in “learning” mode, soaking things in, far from where I’d step up and lead peers who are way better at data viz.
I had a thought. But I was apprehensive.
Now – this is where three things converged; I’m sharing this slice of The Life Autistic to help put steel toes on a boot that kicks fear in the face.
The show must go on
Some people think I’m a “take charge” person, naturally keen on stepping up to the plate.
Uh, not quite.
A LOT of this is due to my absolute and nigh-inflexible dedication to routine. Someone’s gotta keep the chains moving, and maintain order. I’m less “go-getter” and more “not-stopper.”
Fortune favors the brave
Thank you Sir David Attenborough and Planet Earth for echoing that phrase–audentes Fortuna iuvat–when lizards jumped for prey, tigers leapt for kills, or whatever predator vaulted for things just beyond reach to reach success.
But it was this final point that has led me across this Rubicon:
Before kicking fear, kick YOURSELF
“I should host,” I thought.
“That’s a bad idea,” I thought back.
But this week’s Makeover Monday at work couldn’t just not happen.
Maybe it’d be an awesome session, something that wouldn’t happen if I didn’t try.
I readied an email, swallowing that welling lump of fear, ready to take the torch.
Then I got a text:
“Hey Hunter, you’re gonna lead today’s session, right?”
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You got this, dude