Pickles

"So you're a dilettante?"

"I'm a what?"

"A dabbler, someone who pretends to be an expert but really just knows a little about a lot."

"Oh. I am not."

So, it turns out, I'm a dilettante.

In a lot of ways.

I didn't always know what that meant, and I suppose I still really don't.

I mean, I love a lot of things.

Interested in a lot of things.

Some things I dig deeper.

Most things I dig for a while.

Some things stay.

Most things have to go.

I always respect and admire those who can center and hone in on their one thing.

Like my buddy who loves to weld. Mothereffer a welder, to the bone.

But reality is, I like to dabble.

Call it whatever you want, but I just enjoy learning a little something new.

And even after all these years, after all I think I know, I continue to find "new" areas.

Now most of these have been around forever, but I never saw them. Even if they highly overlapped the areas I have been interested in for decades.

To me, that's so neat.

Bruce Lee said something like how he doesn't fear the man who has practiced 10,000 different techniques once. But rather fears the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.

And that's right. You would fear a dude with one massively overbuilt leg. That ess would be scary.

But hear me out.

How would you fare against the man who practiced 10,000 different techniques ten times? A hundred?

I'm just saying.