I had a job interview last night. It was the first job interview I’ve ever had in my life. Well, aside from the pet shop I worked at after college. I assume I did an interview for that hell hole.
What does a college graduate with a Zoology degree do when he graduates from college? Moves back in with his mom and works at a pet shop, of course.
The place sold dogs and birds and snakes and lizards and fish and cats. It sold spiders and rats and whatever else America wanted to buy, put in a cage, and take home.
A big, white parrot was my buddy. A couple came in one day to see the bird. I was excited because it cost $2000.
I held the bird as I explained the upkeep…blah blah blah. The couple seemed interested. Right as I was about to let them hold the damn thing, it locked onto my index finger. Parrot beaks can bend quarters. I know because I used to give them quarters to bend.
Blood rushed down my hand. My face turned fire red and the couple ran out of the store. My finger dangled in half. My sales career was off to a good start.
So, my second interview was last night.
A woman who owns multiple successful businesses in California interviewed me. She is smart as a whip and flew F-16s in the military. I can’t spell exercise and was the team mascot in college. Same, same.
It felt odd being interviewed for a job. I have interviewed plenty of people for my businesses over the years but have never been on the other side of the process.
I arranged and rearranged my Zoom camera angle for 35 minutes trying to figure out which angle made me look smart and successful. I thought long and hard about what shirt to wear. I did some visualizations and affirmations pumping myself up prior to the call.
The interview was exhilarating. Trying things for the first time, while terrifying, is the juice.
The pet shop never sold butterflies but a guy in my 30 Day virtual program told me something powerful Monday night. The story of the monarch butterfly.
Each year monarch butterflies leave Canada and fly to Mexico. They flap their little wings flying over 2500 miles to Mexico. It takes a month.
Some experts have calculated that’s about the same distance as a 150-pound person making a trip around the Earth 13,000 times. That’s like making a trip from the Earth to the moon more than 500 times.
Along the way, they sleep in trees at night and avoid the rain during the day. They can’t fly if their little wings get wet. They only live six to eight months and never return so nobody knows how they know the directions.
Some experts have calculated that’s about the same distance as a 150-pound person making a trip around the Earth 13,000 times. That’s like making a trip from the Earth to the moon more than 500 times. The journey is long for monarch butterflies.
Tiny wings, flapping and flapping. A daunting, impossible journey, one flap at a time.
Sometimes we forget that it takes small, tiny steps to reach our goals or change our lives. Lots of small, tiny steps.
Keep flapping your wings.
Trey
Should I get a tattoo of a monarch butterfly on my chest? Probably.
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