Crossfit. Beast mode. Warrior Series. Mud Runs. Iron Man triathlons.
We’re a generation of Pain is Glory. Of pushing limits, many of which are totally arbitrary. Just about everyone I know has run some kind of road race. Many of my friends are multi-time ½ and full marathoners.
Our X Games legacy. Our desire to prove ourselves. Our escape from the cubicle of life.
It’s inspiring, really, to think so many of my contemporaries aren’t afraid of the hard work it takes to bike 100 miles or run 26. I feel gratified that somewhere out there some group of adrenaline junkies is sitting around thinking up the next great challenge.
American Ninja Warrior. Yesssssssss.
When I present my work models – the autonomous, asynchronous, results-oriented approach I think is the next evolution of the time card – I’m often rebuffed by traditionalists who claim the structure we have – the Industrial Standard – is so deeply imbedded that we cannot break free.
It’s just too hard to imagine change.
My father told me to disassemble the hourly-based work environment would “open a whole can of worms.”
Fucking open it.
We have significant problems in this country. Immigration, security, education, healthcare, and the widening gap between rich and poor. Add to that systemic racism, homophobia, fear disguised as nationalism and misogyny and we’re a hot mess around here.
We need to rethink just about everything.
Siri? What does it mean when everything is wacky and we need help?
Here are the results I found for ‘everything is wacky…’
Hard work. We need to put in some hard work. Some 25 reps of 90 lb squats kind of hard work. Some run until your legs are numb and then run five more miles hard work.
So why don’t we? Why do we keep looking for the cheap and easy solution to these deep and complex problems? Why do we keep pacifying and placating when we should be dissecting and solving?
Our generation (Xers, I mean you) has never had it “easy.” We grew up fearing nuclear war and drugs (Just say no!). We grunge-era’d our way through our own addictions, depression, and suicides. We graduated college into a recession. We’ve sat behind Baby Boomer managers for our entire careers, waiting for them to give up and go home.
Some of us are entrepreneurs. Some of us are scrappy and hungry. Some of us are still playing by someone else’s rules.
It’s our time. We cannot shirk this responsibility, we cannot wait for the millennials to pick up the slack. For fuck’s sake, they want a Universal Wage. WTH? (side note, don’t label them, cuz ya know, they’re all special.)
We have to recreate what balanced looks like. We need hard questions and complex answers. We have to Do or Do Not. There is no Try.
Come on, folks. We’re not afraid of hard work. Let’s get out there and get the job done.