When describing myself to others, I have always characterized my persona in terms of being a results-oriented chick with a penchant for getting things done fairly quickly. Sometimes it’s a curse (who knows what spending more time on something might have produced?), but most of the time it’s a blessing to have this personality quirk. Why? I figured out at one point that it keeps me from sweating the small stuff and leaves me in a constant state of “thrill” about things.
Like other women, I love to shop. Instead of going to five different stores to find the perfect pencil skirt, I will go into a store, find one that fits and looks good, and even if it’s a few bucks more than I would have spent, walk out with it with a smile on my face. While other women who make snap decisions may come home with the nagging feeling that they might have found a better skirt at a better price if they had just looked around longer, I flop my shopping bags on the bed, eminently happy with my fait accompli. In that sense, I suppose I am more like a man, just like some song lyrics from a number in the musical My Fair Lady .
Sometimes I can’t distinguish between the conquest high I feel of finding something quickly or the giddy part of me that just falls in love easily. Once smitten, however, nine times out of ten I remain loyal to my decision. It is extremely rare I find myself standing in a refund line. Call it trusting my instincts or call it foolhardy. I think my stress level remains low because of it and at my age, that’s a very good thing.
I even tend to do this in my work life as a freelance writer. I may be giving you a peek into my secret little world, but take, for instance, a number of looming projects on writing deadlines. I pride myself in meeting or exceeding deadlines whenever those gauntlets are thrown in my path. I have to admit, however, that I handle them almost the same way I do clothes shopping. I trust my gut and, like a writing maniac, wait for my inspiration, get the project finished in record time and then sit back and admire it for awhile, only heightening my excitement for it before it’s time to send it off to my client.
Just as I might try on my new pencil skirt several times before I wear it, I revisit my work over and over again, more than earning my hourly or project fee. If it needs a nip here and a tuck there, I may send it to the alterations person (in the case of writing, ME), but it does not lessen my love for it. I can return to my work over and over again, make a few tweaks, but still know in my gut that it’s what I wanted it to reflect about 99% of the time.
In writing about this trait of mine, it may appear to others that I am a short-cutter. This may be true, but I don’t see it as a bad thing. Finding ways to live more efficiently while keeping your sanity are, to me, just as important as doing the best that you can do. When we take an important exam, we are told by test-taking experts to trust our first instincts on marking answers instead of going through the entire exam and second-guessing ourselves. “Educated guessing,” then, is no curse and can be a godsend at times.
Are you like me? Of course, using one person’s tactics may backfire on someone else, but I think it’s important not to beat yourself up for going with the work (or shopping!) style that works for you, as I have sometimes done in the past to myself. In the big scheme of things, trusting your gut may be the biggest gift you can give your blood pressure.
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