A defining action of the remarkably foolish

And the Gruffolk of the Eastern Shore

A defining action of the remarkably foolish

The remarkably foolish understand the multiplicity of 'enoughness' on a regular basis. They arbitrarily set standards for themselves as they see fit.

This is a major difference between the remarkably foolish and the merely foolish.

The merely foolish are dependant on external factors to help define their sense of 'enoughness'. The merely foolish have enoughness done to them. The Remarkable Fools set their own standard.

For a Remarkable Fool, the project may not have been good enough. The work may not have met spec.

And?

So what. The day is done. No one is dead. Let the tension go. Fight again tomorrow.

One of the thing I see about so many people in this leadership self improvement realm is the time for satisfaction isn't present.

Letting down.

Relaxing.

Doing less.

Unwinding doesn't seem to play a part of this level up / make a ruckus lifestyle.

It's a bit exhausting.

How can we level out on the way to levelling up?

How do we find time to rest?

Where is the satisfaction?

Knowing that the work is never done, it's foolish to think we could ever turn it off completely.

How then, can we set standards for ourselves with regard to our minimum viable 'good enough' to ourselves such that we can turn it off, take a break and rest a bit?

How will you know you've done enough for the day?

What would happen, if, in the course of these ongoing games, you took a moment

(just a small one)

to glow in the satisfaction of the value of your contribution to the world?


One Derful Thing

Pretend to be a member of the Gruffolk of the Eastern Shore. Cross your arms. Look at the ground and listen intently while people are talking with you. Scratch at the dirt with your toes. End every conversation with a curt nod of the head and a muttered: "Goodnuff".