No, Grandma, I did not write a book yet. Instead, I read a book and was going to leave a review on Amazon for it.
No, Grandma, I wasn’t going to leave a negative review, neither. Instead, I glanced at a negative review on the side and the rare emotional side of me put me in tears.
Okay, I am lying again. The emotional side of me isn’t rare. I cry a lot. There’s an overflowing of compassion in me, believe it or not, that doesn’t always come out in my tweets complaining about traffic.
I’ll quit lying and being elusive and explain now.
I was part of a book launch team for Jeff Goins’ “Art of Work.” As part of the launch team, we are asked to write a honest review of the book. So, a few weeks late, I went to go write my review on Amazon. I wasn't really sure what to write other than: "I highlighted a lot of lines! Tweeted a lot of quotes from this! It was great and I love Jeff!" so, I glanced at other reviews for what people put.
And I saw a negative review on there that broke my heart. This review wasn’t mean. It didn’t call Jeff any bad names or insult his gingerness (that’s a real word, Microsoft Word, shush!)
But that does not mean you have to do the job you hate. It means someone else may be happy to do the job you don't want to.
And if this lady wants a hug, I’ll give her a hug. Somehow?
The review was rather short; shown below:
Reason 1: Not everyone gets to be the “real them”?
I wanted to hug this person. The fact that I want to hug them is a very telling because I am not a physical touch type of person. But someone believes they don’t get to be the “real them” is probably what breaks my heart the most in the whole world. Why doesn’t everyone get to be the real them?
Wait, back up, isn’t that the point of this whole book? If you read it or heard about me talk about it, the premise is that you have some things in you that are unique to you. And it’s more than a job; it’s more than a career or something for a paycheck.
I’ve been calling it “a sentence” to my friends when I explain it. That it’s something that goes beyond retirement. It’s something that started before you had your first job. It’s more than a word that follows your name when you introduce yourself to people. It’s a sentence that continues throughout your life.
Not, “Hi I’m Carlee. I’m a writer.”
It’s: “Hi, I’m Carlee and I have a lot of feelings and think the way people order their coffee is beautiful and I like to share with people what I find in every day life and in complaining about traffic.”
I’m still working on that sentence. But the point is, that sentence was probably close to the same way I was when I was six years old and it will probably be close to the way I am when I am 60 years old. Because that’s pretty close to the real me.
And I can be that real me in any career. I can lay in bed all day and never work a day in my life and I will still be the real me. A broke version of the real me, but nonetheless. Which leads me to the next reason I am crying.
Reason 2: Someone has to do the jobs you don’t want to?
Last year, I was driving from Michigan to Nashville with my mom and two friends. My friend Ryan was driving us and Ryan flew past a giant raised black Dodge Ram 1500 on the highway and I yelped, “That’s my dream car!”
Ryan exclaimed, “THAT’S your dream car? Come on Carlee, dream bigger!”
We argued and I told him “I don’t want a tiny fancy car. I like big beautiful trucks that I need a ladder to get in to.”
This sparked something in Ryan about how people don’t dream big enough. You see, Ryan is a professional football player in the NFL. To him, he is living his dream. Because I am impatient, I interrupted him. We argued about how everyone can in fact have this dream life, but not everyone wants to be a professional athlete. I told him someone out there thinks it would be great to be able to do something as simple as run a grocery store. Ryan and I argued on the same side of the issue, and it was evident we were stuck in a car for eight hours and getting antsy. But we both understood that you don’t have to have the job you hate. (Not forever at least, but that’s another topic)
We have a million different career options, and believe it or not, there are people who like to be accountants. I don’t know how many of these people were dropped on their heads as children, but I do know that most of the accountants I know love it.
Yes, someone does have to do those jobs you don’t want to and that’s great! Because I do not want to be a football player and guess what? Someone does! You don’t want to sit and write for hours? You hated papers in college? GREAT! Because that was not me at all!
So, let this be my first negative feeling of a negative book review. I hope that one-day when I have a book on Amazon that this is the type of negative review I get. The type of negative review that doesn’t insult me the same way I was insulted in middle school. It’s the type of negative review that reminds us we have a lot to talk about still. One book won’t fix the whole world, but I know judging by my run on sentence about my calling above, this book caused me to rethink what I was “called” to.