getting your paws dirty

Here’s a story of being happy to do the dirty work, discomfort with success-formula.

“Hey dog, can I tell you a story.”

Oh dios no, not another one.

“Back in my consulting days, had this boss. Old-school, defined tough love. 98% tough, not a lotta love. He’d bark”

“Hey Stanford guy, he thinks he’s smarter than everybody. Sees the big picture but a bit reluctant to get into the details. That will be a real limitation.”

“Get your HEAD DOWN, TAIL UP. GET YOUR HANDS DIRTY. Be happy to do stuff that’s not fun Mr. Know It All. That’s the only way your big brain gonna be succesful. not just here but in life!

“You gotta be able to see from 30,000 feet, explain at 50 feet, toggle back and forth deftly.”

Dad, I can understand. Sure I’m La Princesa but the only way can unleash the beauty of my inner dog is to do exactly that. Gotta spend some time in the basura to cement my paw-print that I’m a real dog.

Dirty dog, princesa, repeat.

And it establishes street cred with my fellow caninos. I learned my UNLEASHED status, my PRINCESA status..