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The more I learn, the less I know

Today marks 7 years that I’ve been working in my position, doing marketing for higher education.  I am so blessed.  I love my job.  I love the people I work with.  And I love the mission to which I contribute every day I go to work.

Over the past 7 years, I’ve been a part of many projects and processes, and through it all I’ve learned one very important thing:

I have no idea what I’m doing.

Don’t get me wrong – I sure do try, but so many days I’m left wondering what in the world my employer sees in me.

·     I am outpaced and outperformed by so many of my talented colleagues on a daily basis; but they keep me striving to achieve higher goals.

·         I am continually stumped by new problems that arise; but they give me an opportunity to expand my troubleshooting abilities.

·         I am dumbfounded by new systems and technologies that enter the market; but learning about new capabilities enables me to adapt to an ever-changing world.

The cool thing about life is that we never quite learn everything. As long as I live, I’ll never know it all. There will always be something more to discover.

And isn’t that the beauty of it all?

·         We are stretched to find new information so we can acquire insight and teach others.
·         We are challenged by change so we can benefit from learning new processes.
·         We are confronted with hurdles that seem insurmountable so we can learn to overcome.

To be honest, the more I learn, the less I know. Gaining insight into how the world works makes me realize that I know very little. And what little I do know is constantly being reshaped and transformed for different purposes.

I’m humbled by the opportunities I’ve been given over the past 7 years. It’s amazing to see how I’ve changed and how experience has prepared me to face what’s next.  I’ll probably never be able to say I’ve mastered one job or another, but I sure will give it the best I’ve got. 

In the meantime, my heart overflows with gratitude as I continually learn more - so I can begin to understand just how little I really know.


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