In I Thought It Was Just Me, I write, “We seem to measure the value of people’s contributions (and sometimes their entire lives) by their level of public recognition. In other words, worth is measured by fame and fortune. Our culture is quick to dismiss quiet, ordinary, hardworking men and women. In many instances, we square ordinary with boring, or even more dangerous, ordinary has become synonymous with meaningless.”
(taken from Brene Brown’s The Gifts of Imperfection)
Can we talk about this statement for a second because I think it’s important. I’ve been having several conversations centered around this idea lately. I have big dreams to do something full and meaningful with my life; to do something that leaves a lasting impression.
I mentioned yesterday (if you hadn’t already figured it out) that I’m a bit of a wanderlust, as soon as I feel stuck or stagnant, I get bored. That feeling often leaves me wondering if there’s something more behind it, like if I’m fighting to be KNOWN, to find MY tribe, for my message and because I don’t WANT to be ORDINARY.
It’s an interesting conversation when you dive into it.
Do I need fame?
No, but I do want to be remembered for something, like inspiring others to dream big and live their happiest lives.
Do I need fortune?
Definitely not, though I’d love to pay off my bills and feel a bit more comfort in that department. ha 😉
But does all of THAT make up my worth? Is my worth made up by my level of fame and fortune? Definitely not. Could people already say that I’ve left the impression I hope to leave (to inspire)? Yes, of course. But I do think she’s right. I think we often look at our lives and level of recognition as a measure of our contributions and let’s get real, that’s just not fair.
How do you measure worth? How do you think we (people as a whole) measure worth?