The Stuff You Love
They say find what you love and let it kill you. While I often guided myself after that mantra when choosing men, this time is not about the ball danglers. This is about work.
I have reached a point in my life when I can finally say I am happy at my job. And because of that, I will never stop bragging. I know it might be upsetting for the ones who didn’t have the chance (because it’s mostly about that) or courage to get to do it, but it never ceases to amaze me how that feels. It’s almost like an orgasm, but better, because it’s not purely physical.
So there I am, writing copy for websites, emails, product, etc.
At this point I have to say exactly what I am doing for a living sincere there still are moments when my parents or other intimately familiar people ask me with a funny grimace “So, what exactly do you do?”.
Unless you were born thinking there is a pen missing from your hand, you might think … “Writing. Right. What’s so cool about that?” Well, for me is not the writing per se, although I have to admit there is a certain satisfaction that comes when finding the exact words for a specific thing.
If it’s not writing, what’s the kick then? I’ll tell you: it’s finding out stuff.
You see, I remember a lot of instances in my life where I was disappointed that I didn’t quite get to satiate that appetite for knowing things. For example, in 7th grade, when we studied anatomy for the first time, I thought “Huh, so I will finally get to know how the brain forms thoughts, how it thinks.” Rookie mistake. Then high-school came. Biology again. Hope remained I’d finally find out what is the driver behind… us, as humans. The anatomical driver. As in why is the heart beating? What starts it in the first place? How does consciousness arise? Of course, back then I had no idea other smarter people were bending over and backward trying to answer this particular question. I think it was that particular moment when I got to know true disappointment in my teachers.
Again the same with the university. Only that by then I had learned how not to ask the taboo questions for the fear of disappointment.
So I asked others, a little bit more tangible, stuff that physics could answer. Only that again, the stuff I learned didn’t really seem to be aligned for learning. That is how I landed into a Ph.D. in aerodynamics which I’d say was interesting. But then again, it didn’t fit me quite good. It went too much into details.
I eventually figured out that what I’d need to do is set my own plan for learning. And possibly also make money out of it.
And that I did. Being a copywriter is as much about learning as it is about writing. To be able to write, you need to understand. It’s really up to you how deep you go into it.
Which brings me what started this post.
These days I had the opportunity to deep-dive into a familiar topic: aerodynamics.
But not of airplanes of helicopters, but of sailing wind sensors. I had almost forgotten that feeling of brain gymnastics. It’s so invigorating to find out new things. And, most of all, to use the things I never thought of using, like Bernoulli’s equation for pressure.
Among other things, there is one main reason I never thought of my technical background as a waste of time – it has given me the fearlessness to dive into engineering topics without ever wondering if I will understand them or not. So, if there is one thing I’d advise anybody is do it, whatever you feel like studying if it gets your brain working in any way, just do it. I don’t really think there is anything useless to know. Sooner or later everything falls into place.
Foto: the B&G WS320 wireless wind sensor I had the pleasure to meet.