*imaginary drum roll in my head*
Introducing the nerdy side of my husband:
(it’s much more prevalent than we typically admit)
Anyway (dramatic entrance over with) the nerdy side of Jords brings out the nerdy side in me. Probably because he’s so into this book he’s reading right now that I’m practically reading it, too. (You’ve had fair warning, feel free to run from this post.)
Anyway2, sharing pieces of this book has (unintentionally on Hubs’ part) humbled me a bit. The author, Malcolm Gladwell, talks about how it takes 10,000 hours of doing something to become an expert at it. He said it takes about ten years to clock those hours of practice.
His example? Bill Gates. (Told you I’m on a techie kick.)
“By the time Gates dropped out of Harvard after his sophomore year to try his hand at his own software company … he was way past ten thousand hours,” (from Gladwell’s The Outliers).
His other example? Mozart. People talk about how good he was when he was six and then jump to his masterpieces in his twenties, because it took him all the years in between to practice.
Here comes the humility — I’m not sure I can think of anything that I’ve intentionally focused on for over a decade of my double-decade life. Have I even been shaving my legs for that long? I’m thinkin’ not. Maybe I’m lacking a particular passion in my life. Or maybe I need to pick up knitting, now. We’ll see.
On a similar nerdy note, who thinks Hubs should buy me a blackberry playbook? I like that they multitask.