I went through a phase in my life when I would describe myself as “delightfully obnoxious.”
I know that might seem like an oxymoron, but I think in our journey to find great confidence which is balanced with humility, we occasionally veer off the road toward one extreme or another.
I was living in Shreveport, Louisiana, and had teamed up with a couple dozen other folk. We deemed ourselves to be artisans. (Whether we actually were is probably hidden, along with beauty, in the eye of the beholder.)
We busied ourselves with the local cable TV station, making all sorts of videos, little movies and programs to be aired for public consumption on a first-come, first-served basis.
What frustrated the Public Access station was how prolific we were. Matter of fact, one of the managers characterized it as “annoyingly prolific.”
So when it came time for the local awards show, we ended up being nominated in all six categories available. Rather than this being viewed by the provincial committee as a positive, it was instead snubbed as distasteful and overwrought.
This caused us to turn up the level of volume and amplify the arrogance.
On the night of the awards show, every member of our team showed up, hooted and hollered each time our name was mentioned, turning it into a festival of joy instead of the rigorous necessity of compliance to formality that had been envisioned.
Of course, they got even. Of the six categories, we only won a single award. But we didn’t care.
It was a fabulous night of rejoicing, and having some sense of being awarded for the hard work we had put in on the projects.
By no means do I condone our actions or our over-zealous approach.
Yet I will tell you that it is often required for passion to be accelerated to such a level that it shocks apathy into actually feeling something.
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