Musing off the last topic, as an individual–I wonder what motivates me to do work.
I’ve been fortunate to be validated by a career of which my skills seem to fit and I find pleasant.
But is there more to that?
I was listening to a pod episode of Dave Chang (that chef that started Momofuku) and David Choe talk about their addictions and their traumas. How that fueled their work whether it was this fire to be the best, or to prove other wrongs.
It reinforces what I call the Manic Genius. Van Gogh was one of the first ones I heard about. A brilliant painter that was driven by passion and emotion. Great for painting, but terrible for keeping ears attached to your head.
I also come to age a little past the Kurt Cobain era. The mythical 27 number, the age when many musicians tragically die. (Cobain, Winehouse, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix)
It’d be easy to write off that pod episode as another log on that legend. But they twisted it, by the end they were pushing for emotional well-being. They lamented the passing of another fellow friend, Anthony Bourdain. Who they said was another man of addiction moving from heroin to workaholicism.
So what do I make of this for my own career? I have little desire to be best. I want to do right by the client. But being the best at creating seems…I don’t know, dumb? To what metric does that even mean? Is it novel discovery or a deeper understanding? It’s one thing if it’s track & field (just faster than the other person), but design or art or food or dance or theatre?
At the same time, I don’t have ghosts to prove anything to. My family’s happy with my occupation, nobody frowns on it. We’re in an era post-Steve Jobs and the glorification of “DESIGN.”
Thus without external factors, what’s left is internal.
So…what’s inside of me?