My friend Judi Knight is a professional web designer and social media maven. She is a techno-wizard. A natural. Self-taught. Completely at ease with it all. I hate her for this, but if you see her, please don’t tell her. If you do and she comes back to me, I’ll deny I said it. The thing about Judi is that she is successful at everything she does. I admire her for this; she inspires me with her unstoppability. Judi’s motto is “suit up and show up”. That means, if you want to get something done and you’re not sure of what to do next, just show up and take the next step. You don’t what the next step is? Just commit to getting started and the next step will be revealed. Really, you should try it. It’s like a magic powder that dispels fear and actually allows you to get things done.
Yesterday, Judi was helping me with some technical stuff. “Stuff” is my go-to high-tech vocabulary word. It’s just like a baby saying, “goo goo ga ga”. Now, I’m going to tell you something real personal: I am a techno-monkey. If I’m not sending email or using WORD to write, well…it all just seems so difficult.
I had started a Gmail account a few months ago, separate from my main account to (again…you’ll have to keep my confidence here) set up an account with a dating website. I never even completed the profile ( I got bored with their inane “interview” by question #2, nor did I upload a photo); still, I started receiving countless emails daily and didn’t know how to deal with them. I was living the high-tech version of Lucy and Ethel working at the chocolate factory.
So, yesterday, while Judi was setting up my blog and we’d completed all the tasks on my list, I thought I saw Judi’s eyelids drooping and her energy waning, so I decided to slip this one in: “Um………..Judi…….how do I delete all emails from my Gmail account?” By now, I had hundreds of them and, even though they were just sitting there, I felt burdened by them. I fully expected Judi to double over in laughter, while pointing at me, calling me “techno monkey” or at least, to roll her eyes, but she did neither. Judi has a way of making everything okay, because she’s not judgmental. Boy, what a gift THAT is!
We went to my page and Judi went directly to the delete box, like she’d been doing it all her life. She proceeded to delete all my hundreds of emails. I looked at the icon, which, in my mind, displayed a poor design choice and asked, “Now, how would anyone even know that THAT icon is for dealing with your email stuff? That’s just poor design, Judi.”
Judi looked at me over the frames of her glasses, penetrated deep into my soul and proclaimed, “When it doubt, just start clicking things.”
“Is that another version of suit up and show up?” I asked.
Judi smiled at me and I was happy. Everything on my list of high-tech stuff for the day was completed and I’d learned another lesson about advancing towards my dreams.