Everything I decide to make part of my life, I want to be an expert at. I don’t think I ever have an excuse to do anything I say I’m committed to in a half-assed way, although I find myself contriving excuses quite frequently – out of laziness, fear, misdirection, lack of determination, or whatever. This is unfortunate, but isn’t 43things the right place to start making the necessary changes?
I want to be an expert at playing the violin – to master my bowing technique, to be able to combine impeccable technique with musicality.
I want to be an expert on one person – to know the sound of their footsteps, what makes them truly laugh, know their fears, hopes, insecurities, and passions.
I want to be an expert in some field – to be passionately devoted to, say, literature, or transnational corporations, and to be able to connect the subject to what makes us truly human.
I want to be an expert communicator – to be able to speak in a way that moves others, that makes them understand how the trivial things I am talking about make up part of a larger human experience. To communicate that everything is important, and to show them how.
I want to be an expert at everything, really. But so far, these will have to do.
