On What to Be

When I was four, I wanted to be a garbage man. Maybe it was the jumpsuits. Maybe it was the image of those big rusty trucks rolling down the streets of my childhood neighborhood. Or maybe it was the weathered-looking men hanging onto the back of the trucks, looking casual and confident at the same time.

After my fifth birthday, as my world and my ideas grew, so did my dreams: I decided I wanted to be a UPS truck driver. Again, the uniforms excited me. Again, the big truck struck me as official and important. Our family was spread across the country, so on my birthday and the weeks before the holidays, the brown truck lumbered up our driveway, filled to overflowing (I was sure) with presents.

In the first grade, the heyday of my UPS fantasies, I spent half my day in the Gifted and Talented class. There were maybe ten of us, and at 5 years of age, I was the youngest. We had bunnies, fish, and a ferret named Violet. Mrs. Mothersbaugh—my sweet, wonderful teacher—had a quiet voice and a ready smile. I loved the animals and my teacher. And I loved the other kids in my class.

But very quickly, the way I viewed myself and my place in the world changed. I was in this special class. I was a smart kid, meant to do smart-kid things. I knew I had been tested, and I knew that the results were a big deal because my mom wouldn’t tell me my score. The most I managed to get out of her was that my IQ was higher than my dad’s, a piece of trivia I clung to like a tiny life preserver: my dad could do anything, and I was smarter than he was.

On the bulletin board behind my teacher’s desk, 12 ducks cut out of laminated construction paper were pinned to the bulletin board. Each duck had a name written across the middle with black permanent marker. When an assignment was late or missing, our teacher would write the transgression down on a post-it note and stick it to the corresponding duck.

Most kids in my class had one or two post-it notes on their ducks. My duck, however, was always completely covered in notes. You couldn’t see my name in the middle; you couldn’t even tell it was a duck. I was hopelessly behind.

At the end of every week, Mrs. Mothersbaugh would pat me on the shoulder and hand me a list of missing assignments. I promised that I would go home, sit down, and sort them all out. At home, I would think about my full backpack and my duck buried under all those notes and feel sick.

At 5, I was possessed by my first tiny taste of fatalism: I would never get it all done. Even as I was working on my old assignments, new assignments kept coming. I knew I would miss those deadlines too. My duck would never be clean.

Within weeks of joining the Gifted and Talented class, I developed a new ritual: every morning, as soon as I woke up, I would run to the bathroom and throw up. I was physically sick before school every single morning. My mom tried to bargain with me, offering me the sugary foods she knew I liked so I would at least eat something. I tried, but I just couldn’t make myself eat. I was often doubled over with hunger cramps in the cafeteria by lunchtime. I remember several times when a janitor noticed me and snuck me to the front of the lunch line.

As the year went on, my anxiety worsened. I developed fears of being kidnapped, of dinosaurs coming back to life, and of huge hands waiting to descend from the sky and squish me. I dealt with these scary things as pragmatically as a 5-year-old could. To thwart kidnappers, my mom and I bought thicker blinds for my bedroom window. Sometimes I slept with my shoes on, in case I woke up in the middle of the night and heard my windows rattling from approaching dinosaur steps. In braver moments at the playground, I would look up at the blue sky while my mind taunted me with images of a giant hand and think, “I don’t even care.” I didn’t mean it.

Despite my stress level, I continued in my school’s Gifted and Talented program until the middle of the third grade. Finally, my mom pulled me out of the program. My teachers, my school counsellor, and the principal all told her what a disservice she was doing to me. They made it seem like she was opting out of a life-saving surgery, reducing the odds of my success as a person, clipping the wings of my academic future.

It didn’t feel like settling to me: it felt like relief. I had time to play after school. The weight of having to live up to my “smart kid” diagnosis had been lifted off my shoulders.

Still, even without the pressure of being “gifted and talented,” I never found my footing, academically. Quiet, shy, insecure, and failing almost every class, I left high school halfway through my junior year. I didn’t go to college. I’ve had a full-time job since I was 17, starting with bookstores and graduating to doctors’ offices, where I am now. I’m good at my job; I’m appreciated; and sometimes I even enjoy it. I have two kids, and I try my hardest to give them solid, happy, and supported lives.

I’m not a surgeon, a scientist, a CEO, or a Nobel Prize winner. What I want out of life is to live simply, honestly, and humbly. My ambitions are to show my children that they are loved and to make the world around me a little better, a little more beautiful, and a little more peaceful. In my heart, I feel like this is a worthy way to spend my time in this world. But there will always be a small piece of me that finds fault with my aversion to ambition—a little voice that tells me I am wasting what I have been given, that what I am is not enough.

If I had my pick of professions, I think I’d still rather be a garbage man than a professor. Twenty-eight years later, I’m still trying to forgive myself for that.

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  • Kelly, your piece struck a personal note with me too. I have heard too, too many times from my mother about my IQ. Sometimes it still feels like an anchor around my neck weighing me down. I wish she’d never told me.

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  • Tarquin42

    Damn that is pretty harsh. Sounds to me you are more the creative type and got in USA-intelligent-children-program, set up by not-that-smart-people-who set-up-programs-that-they-themselves-have-a-hard-time-comprehending 🙂
    Also lightly autism spectrum? 🙂

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  • Dad

    So sorry. Good on your mom for doing what was right for you against the pressure of the establishment (sorry it took her so long). There are such better ways of encouraging & supporting kids with above average intelligence, as I’m sure you’re exploring with your own.

  • kgelner

    I come at this from a different angle… I think it was fourth grade when a few of my friends got pulled into a gifted program. I felt pretty upset that I had not been chosen too, I felt like I was just as smart as they were… I don’t remember doing anything extra to make it happen, but the next two years I was put into the gifted program after all. But that lingering sense that I didn’t belong was always there I think because I had not been picked at the outset.

    I was in the gifted program trough fifth and sixth grade, and honestly I enjoyed it. I had more interesting things to study and I seem to remember we did more artistic projects too. At the end of sixth grade my mom pulled me and my sisters out of school, and we started homeschooling – that was by far the best thing that happened to me, because it let me really enjoy all of the benefits that things like a gifted program gets you with expanding the range of subjects to study, with none of the downsides of jealous kids harassing or assaulting you.

    What your story and mine says to me is that if a child is identified as being really intelligent in some way I think the best way to go is to try to give them extra room to explore what that means to them without pressure that it should mean anything specific.

  • Laura Weldon

    This sounds very familiar. I was a fearful and anxious gifted kid, able to think beyond a child’s comfort zone to horrifying possibilities. Answers supplied by adults were so logically thin that it gave me another thing to worry about — that grown-ups were clueless. I learned to pretend to be carefree while my continual inner witness was anything but. I’m

    Nonetheless, I swallowed the hype when my oldest tested with a 151 IQ. I was assured the only place for him was the GT stream. It wasn’t.

    Thanks, Kelly, for the honesty of this piece.

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    Thanks for reminding us how hard it is on the other end. Our goal with our gifted son is to assure that he’s happy. Period. It’s not easy when he’s his own worst critic. He went through a phase where he wouldn’t finish his homework because it would never be good enough. We had to intervene and let him know that “not handed in” will get you a failing grade while not perfect gets you something at least (and we don’t care what it is). He was paralyzed over choosing a college with high SAT and AP scores. We told him he would be best off picking what feels comfortable not what he thinks a smart kid should do. He “settled” for the state university and we’re all a lot happier for it. I always like to remind him of the super smart colleague I had in college who dropped out to do something else. And that I thought that was fine.

  • Anup

    Hi.This is the second time I am reading this article. It made an even better impression this time. I too had a similar experience as in my grades started plummeting from late high school and even though I attended college I never recovered academically. It is only now, three years after college and searching for a job, I am beginning to realize how I had been chasing ambitions that weren’t mine and how secretly “what would othes think? ” influenced what I wanted to do. I am not clear what I want to do with my life yet but reading what you have written made me reflect and know myself a little better. So thank you very much for sharing and BTW your ambitions are noble 🙂

  • Laurie

    My experience is roughly the same and your post is timely. Though I have become comfortable in my own skin and happy with my goals and choices, an incident this week made me pause and reconsider for the sake of my children. The parent of one of my son’s peers posted on facebook that ‘good’ is the enemy of ‘great’ and how proud he was of his wife who fights ‘good’ in her family’s life and pushes them all to ‘greatness’. Does that make us enemies? And being happy with good is ok for me but am I doing a disservice to my children? Nope…

  • Steve

    I had a similar, but yet, vastly different childhood. I was tested for the “gifted” program 3 times. All 3 times I missed only 1 question more than you were allowed to miss when being tested for this program. There were a handful of those who were accepted into the program. These other students were also friends I grew up with. In a flash, all my classmates, who were my friends, all lived within 3 blocks of where I lived. We’ve been classmates since kindergarten, and hung out together at school. In a flash, all these “friends” of mine, would no longer hang out with me; didn’t talk to me or associate with me like we used to; accelerated in academics much faster than I did (due to the advanced curriculum they were being taught), and so on. I, got labeled a
    “problem” child because I was bored with the regular classes I was in. I had a tremendous feeling of being left out, and I firmly believe all this had a huge negative impact on my development and overall self esteem. I had straight A’s all the way from 1st to 6th grade, there was no reason I shouldn’t have been in those advanced classes. Now, as an adult, I have yet to discover my definition of “happiness”. I don’t recall ever being “happy” or satisfied with anything in my life. It’s affected my ability to have close friends. It’s affected my outlook on life in general. I often wonder if I was ever mean to be happy or satisfied. I’ve tried to find a profession that I can look at and be very proud to be a part of. I was a Volunteer Firefighter for almost a decade. I’d give just about anything to do that again, because of the respect and pride I felt for the position as well as the image. Instead, I’m 46 years old, and feel like I’ve accomplished nothing in this life. I have no wife, no kids, don’t own any property, and feel pretty damn lonely and constantly wonder…”where did I blow it? Where did it all go wrong for me?”

  • Anne Krause

    Continue to be strong. You’ve chosen well.

  • Dark NovaMage

    This story is good… but to be honest, it was kinda the opposite for me. I never felt particularly talented, though over time, I kinda started seeing signs that I was. I learned to read, speak, maths, many things, before other kids did. It’s like they were starting to read a book and I was already finishing it. As a kid, I used to imagine I would be a writer when I grew up, and used to write my own short-stories too. I think the first one I wrote when I was 7 years old or so. And things kinda went on from there. Nowadays, I’m a software developer, but I’m still very passionate about writing fiction or novels.

    If anything, I’d like to say that one has to realize their talent on their own. You can’t just put ’em in a class hoping that they will exploit someone’s potential just like that. I think that actually causes unnecessary pressure and possible make the person get stuck.

    For talent to flourish, I think that pressure is needed but it should be applied by yourself, not someone else.

  • Cory M

    At three, I was reading. At four I was beating my teenage brothers at chess. The school district convinced my parents that I should start school a year earlier than most. It was a mistake.

    From childhood through adolescence, I was the youngest in my class. Academic achievement tests indicated that I was consistently ahead of my always-older classmates. Socially and behaviorally, however, I suffered from being surrounded by those who were older, bigger and more socially adept. Whether my introversion and social anxieties are coincidental to this or partially the result of it, I don’t really know.

    What I am convinced of is that “gifted” children should be allowed to be children, and not forced into a world of expectations that exceed their coping abilities. A child’s high IQ does not automatically equate to similarly advanced behavioral, emotional or physical skills. It’s important to remember that a four-year-old who routinely beats his decade-older brother at chess is still just four years old.

    • Stacy L. Henderson

      Well said. I was blessed to be in a Gifted and Talented program that kept us with age-mates. We were just kids–big vocabularies maybe–but still kids. The problem I had was going home to parents who couldn’t understand that a kid who,could learn and know what I could still honestly forgot things or made mistakes. I experienced so much suspicion from adults as if every irritation were a plot, as if being gifted exempted me from being a human kid.

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  • Ester

    I am personally very uncomfortable with the gifted identifier BECAUSE I don’t feel “that smart” with my very normal life. I did fairly well academically and enjoyed gifted and A.P. classes, but I have a job in lower level retail management, a husband, daughter, and a mortgage. I have an degree in culinary arts of all things, and I don’t want to move up in my line of work – mostly I want to hang out with my family, read, play in the kitchen, and garden. The job is just a way to fund those activities.

    • Stacy L. Henderson

      That’s the point really: Gifted people seem to be after a way of living, a state of flow, beyond status and achievement.

  • Reza Mahani

    Michael Eigen (psychoanalyst) has a couple of articles about “precocious” development that helped me understand the problems of “smart” kids much better. Being smart often short-circuit some experiments that are crucial to healthy development, specially those related to emotional maturity. Basically, a smart kid analyzes the situation fast and comes up with the “right” response but that means s/he does not really experience the situation as it unfolds. Also, smart kids typically find ways of avoiding failures and uncomfortable situations better, but in the long run, this deprives them from developing resilience to failure and overcoming their fears.
    I do not know how much of this applies in the case of this article, but it was very useful for my understanding my own experiences.

  • kd

    I was identified as talented and gifted in kindergarten. I went to a room once a week all alone once a week just me and a teacher because I was the only student identified at my campus. I continued through school in the “advanced” class and participated in the TAG class on a weekly basis and in middle and high school was in the TAG classes for every subject they offered them in. Due to this I never learned basic english, math or any subject for that matter, every tag teacher assumed the class already knew it and never taught it. Most of tje other kids that joined me later had learned these skills from the regular classes they were in previously but since I was in the program since kindergarten I never got a chance. I passed basic tests through cheating, being liked by teachers and having an amazing memory. I lack most basic knowledge and people often doubt my intelligence. I am very good at art and have a vast knowledge of bizarre facts. To most people I probably come off as some type of savant.

  • Rhiannon Orizaga

    What a beautiful story. I can relate quite a lot. I’m an Admin Asst with a Master’s degree. I love school but I hate workplace competitiveness. I just want to make a living and I don’t care about how high I can climb.

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  • GlassMask

    Kelly, that was a terrific essay, and pretty true to my experience. I was praised for my “high IQ,” but I always assumed I was just good at solving the type of puzzles found on IQ tests. It’s okay to disappoint those who make big plans for your life without consulting you. At 59, I’m doing what I love (mostly), and that’s a good thing! ^_^

  • Stacy L. Henderson

    “This above all to thine own self be true.” As an adult who went all the way through the Gifted and Talented program and spoke at graduation with the highest level of diploma my school district offered: Give yourself a break. If you love your life and the people in it, you are a success. Having a brilliant mind is a gift and it is not always destined for what others think it should be. Be grateful you skipped being 17 with chest pains and insomnia from studying Plato’s Allegory of the Cave and memorizing the process of converting glucose to adenosine triphosphate and memorizing (with punctuation) various passages of literature from Hamlet’s soliloquy to the prologue of Canterbury Tales in the original Middle English. I survived because school was my safe place, my identity, and I dearly love to learn. But you were blessed to feel valued just for being you. I was every day of 30 before that concept ever really took hold in my life. Achievement isn’t everything. Love is.

  • A wonderful article. Breaking free of what other’s want and defining what we want should be a priority but it can be so hard to accomplish. Thank you for sharing your story with us!

  • Diana Carolyn Tozer

    This is so true. I still feel I should be doing a lot more with my life than I am and yet my heart longs for the simple life. I battle with the pressures of society’s ambitious aspirations we are supposed to buy into and have to remind myself I am a perfectly good and successful person as I am.

  • Quinn

    Beautiful and profound words, Kelly. It took me a bit longer to come to terms with my lack of ambition and my incredibly ambitious parents. I ended up getting a PhD, teaching classes, chairing meetings, and traveling the world, usually alone, despite secretly hating airplanes and new situations. All along the way my parents kept insisting that with each new achievement my life would improve – it had worked for them, after all. But 30 years later I was so burned out (and, by the way, not necessarily more successful) that I just quit my job and moved to the mountains. I now live quietly, peacefully, and often spontaneously, enjoying each day one at a time, taking long walks in the woods, watching the birds out my window, and completing one task at a time. My 93 year old mother is still holding out for me to “pound the streets” until I get a great job that occupies every waking moment of my time, but I just smile and listen. The one thing I’d still like to do is write something for all the thousands of students I’ve known and counseled through the years, letting them know that it’s okay to live quietly and peacefully rather than ‘lean in’ and strive for greatness all the time.

    • Stacy L. Henderson

      Wow–what a brave person you are to embrace is-ness above busy-ness. Thanks for sharing. I just got laid off from one of those “every waking moment” jobs and I feel like my life is beginning again in a brighter, happier place.

  • Rick Swidinsky

    Hello Kelly – I’m 55 and working a job that requires me to chair meetings and speak publicly and to this day I’m still physically sick before most of these meetings. I wish the Quiet Revolution was around when I was a kid. I wouldn’t have allowed myself to be talked into a career like I have instead of the job I wanted being a forest ranger and able to take long hikes in the forests. I would have been happy doing important solitary work instead of doing something I truly hate and dread every day because others decided I should pursue a competitive career and paycheck. Good luck to you and your family. Being happy with who you are is more important than anything else. Cheers!

  • Awww, Kelly. This touched my heart. I share your aversion for ambition. I truly love to live in the moment and despise it when people ask me “What do you want to be doing in five years, ten years, etc.?” I’m wondering if this is more common with introverts. You’re not wasting what you’ve been given – this essay is proof of that. Write on! 🙂

  • Wendy

    Oh Kelly, what a profound and touchingly written essay you posted. I can definitely empathize with you. Most of my life has been spent attempting to please other people. Especially those who are close to me. I am just now, at 47, after years of therapy, and of living with a disabling chronic illness, beginning to understand who I am at my core.

  • Thank you. I can relate to this so well, I still have guilt about ‘wasting my talents.’ But, I am a ‘gifted’, introverted, stay at home mom, who is homeschooling her also gifted, funny, compassionate, articulate children. And I think that I am exactly where I am supposed to be.

  • Awesome piece!

  • Thanks Kelly for sharing your story, your ambitions are wonderful and contribute more than you can imagine to the world!

    I think that lots of ambitious people realize there is no there there, but they haven’t learned how to tune in to discover what else to do besides continuing to churn along after external validation that rarely arrives.

    If more people embraced the simple concept of loving those in their immediate vicinity, we would start to change the world.

  • Pamela

    Thank you for shining a spotlight with your piece, Kelly. What could be more honourable than finding work you want to do, and doing it well? I felt encouraged and nurtured being in the “enrichment” class of my elementary school one afternoon per week. Possibly because we did way more interesting things and the teacher was more skilled and current than in the regular classrooms. But it was the surrounding small town environment that was tricky for me. Parents–yes parents-of other children gave me a hard time about being in the enrichment class, along the lines of, “why do you get to go to a special class if you’re smart, when my kid needs extra help and doesn’t get it.” Maybe they had a point, but it was a really hostile thing to say to a kid. The other is that people assumed because I was top of my class I should be headed for med school, law school, etc. Today, I have cobbled together a varied post-secondary education and work experiences, which have culminated in understanding what I feel meant to do, which is all things Voice. I’m a singer, speaker, voice coach, blogger, workshop leader, ESL teacher, lover of language. In between tasks of running my own business, I run our home, I help look after my nephew sometimes. My clients and friends and family tell me I do good things in the world. And yet, it is still my husband’s job in IT staffing that brings the most income to our homes, and at times that makes me feel inadequate. I feel we are so directed towards perceived outward measures of success from birth, that even when we know deep down we’re OK, that we have purpose, the doubt can sneak in sometimes.

  • Luqmaan Zeadally

    Quiet, shy and insecure people don’t get employed and are ignored by girls. How did he make it? Even though I had excellent grades at school and was told by my teachers that I had great potential for success, I still found myself struggling to get a permanent job and a girlfriend. The only reason for this failure is lack of confidence, leading to poor social skills. I wasted my youth in striving for perfection and good morals, while they are completely useless. But the contrary seems true when I see my friends opposite of me, i.e be stupid and fool people, you will soar.

  • René V.

    Leander just said it well, just the way I feel about it myself.
    Thanks Kelly.
    🙂

  • Ruxandra Ioana

    Kelly, thank you for sharing your story! But I didn’t fully understand the end. You are trying to forgive yourself for having an aversion to ambition and not aiming higher?

  • Michael Finn

    First, THANK YOU, Kelly, for sharing this. It touches me much as others have commented before. As a gifted child, I was likewise “expected” to excel, to go on to do great things. I remember struggling with the pressure on many occasions; however, one of the best books I read at the time was “The Gifted Kids’ Survival Guide”, by Judy Galbraith. It’s stuck with me through all these years. I remember reading through it several times, and referring to sections of it even more frequently. I’ve recently bought a copy for my own gifted daughter. It has chapters like “When School Bores You Out of Your Brain” and “Perfectionism & Other Pains in the Brain.” To be fair, mine was the original 1984 edition; it’s now in a third edition (2009), so I don’t know how much has changed. I can still highly recommend it for any gifted child.

  • Tim Harrison

    This really resonates with me. I tried and tried to live up to other’s expectations of me, but in the end burnt out. Through school I was always a high achiever, but as soon as I hit the complexity of the “real world” I couldn’t cope. In the end I quit the job I “could” and “should” have been able to do, and took a 50% pay cut to do something that’s interesting and that I’m happy doing. I’m still looking for a way to use my abilities without feeling the expectations of myself and other weighing so heavily.

  • Randi Bairdsen

    A rare pleasure to read this point of view articulated. I dropped out of the ‘gifted’ culture a lot later, but I can remember walking to the graduate school offices with the paperwork that would officially award me my PhD with such a feeling of dread and panic – that I’d be expected to act like a PhD for the rest of my life and make my way in that competitive landscape. I left a few years later and now homeschool my kids, garden, volunteer. It takes a lot of energy it to fight down the internalized voices that tell me I broke at that point, or went into hibernation, and to not engage with people defensively. Thanks for the piece.

  • Oh my goodness, this hit home in a major way. I am mom to a seven year old boy who is profoundly gifted and twice-exceptional.He had such a rough year in kindergarten that we pulled him to homeschool and he is thriving. I smiled when I read your UPS comment because my son wants nothing more than to be a mailman and… do you know what? That’s totally okay with me. My priority is that he is HAPPY and that he is KIND… the rest matters less.

    • Leander

      Lady you are the best.Hope you and your son have a good time and an awesome life,

  • Carol Leonard

    It was called ‘enrichment program’ in my 70’s high school. We had taken a test in gr 8 to note our placement in highschool (Canada) The levels were enrichment-general-basic. My Mom was proud of me. She wanted me to be a doctor and was still willing to pay for med school in 1998.I had graduated in early 80’s. I as smart enough but I knew something else was going on w/ me just found out it’s adult ADD. Very under diagnosed in women because when they were little they were told to sit still don’t behave like the boys etc I was bursting.Procrastinating distracted,…….. sorry had to stop for a second (Talking Heads on Radio wishing it was Psycho Killer but..no)…..see distracted. Anyway I just wanted (and still do today)was to be a cashier at a grocery store. It was all I needed. I did do that and was very happy, you can’t bring that kind of work home.

  • Leander

    Such a beautiful piece of writing.I almost thought that I was the only person who was feeling this way in a world that competes with each other for nothing.This society demands too much whereas all ,most of us want to have is a quiet existence in this beautiful world for the time being. I hope I can break free of this rotten society.

  • Angela J. Wiseman

    I loved the gifted class as a kid, but just before third grade we moved to a different province and it was no longer an option. Boredom became my enemy. By high school I was pretty much tuned out. So sad. I still don’t know what I want to be when (if) I ever grow up.

  • Whoever wrote this isn’t gifted, here’s the proof:

    “Quiet, shy, insecure, and failing almost every class, I left high school halfway through my junior year. ”

    Gifted
    people don’t fail classes. They might fail jobs because working with
    people is much harder than passing a test or learning new information.
    They might fail at relationships, but if they have a gift for that area
    and stick to it, they succeed it it.

    “If I had my pick of professions, I think I’d still rather be a garbage man than a professor.”

    See?
    A gifted person doesn’t speak like that. I read of one garbageman who’s
    also a bodybuilder, and continues to be a garbageman for the workout
    he’s getting. The garbage can be quite heavy, you know.

    A
    garbage-man’s job is repetitive, you do not think, you act, it’s a
    routine, nothing more. A gifted man seeks jobs where he can use his
    brain, like professor, and yet…

    “I’m not a surgeon, a scientist, a CEO, or a Nobel Prize winner. ”

    Exactly, a gifted person would have achieved that and perhaps much more.

    This article was ridiculous, don’t write about “The Pressure of Being Gifted” if you’re not gifted.

  • Nat York

    This is a beautiful and thoughtful piece. I really appreciate that it paints a picture of success that isn’t equated with success in business.

  • alexandra

    I am so excited to know that I’ll be able to read Kelly’s writing from now on. She captivates me and she helps me feel like I belong somewhere on this planet. She is a perfect part of Quiet Rev.

    • Quiet Revolution

      So great to hear, Alexandra! We’re also excited that Kelly’s writing for us and looking forward to featuring more of her stories here.

      • Mark Hashizume

        Yeah! I echo Alexandra’s excitement.