I have recently come to the realization that what I do I have been undervaluing. Often when I’m asked by my wife and others, “What are you doing right now?” I hesitate for a moment. Pull my hands away from the keyboard, piece of wire I’m holding, or drop my pen and think. This is something that’s causing me time to figure out myself. How am I going to tell this person exactly what I’m doing? I think to myself, “You’re good at explaining things. Go for it.” As this would be true, I’m capable of explaining everything I’m doing to a 6 year old but it might take a minute and I’d paint a picture in the air with flashbacks to previous work that would rival Picasso.
Should I draw it out on a piece of paper? Well, usually I’m on the phone so that would get lost in translation. All kinds of ideas float through my head in what seems like hours that are only milliseconds. It doesn’t matter though, in due time I realize that I will probably bore them or they don’t see the passion that goes into everything I do and get turned off by the enthusiasm I put in it. They may also, find it to be a rhetorical question in the first place so that we can just get back to them and their issues.
So in the end what do I say I’m doing? Nothing.