People keep asking me:
What am I trying to accomplish
with Classy Problems?

My response:
What I consistently make time for
is my intentional demonstration
of who I’m choosing to become.

I’m a deeply spiritual person.
I refer to that spirit as theboss.
theboss made it clear
I was supposed to be
a part of the mission
to redeem work.
The word. The place. The way.
The call I received
was crystal clear.
It didn’t come with
a lot of details.
Which is fortunate.
Details tend to keep me stuck.
Writing and sharing the daily posts
was the next indicated action.
Vital to the mission.
Vital to what I’m trying to become.
The writing
is my intentional demonstration.
The way I show my alignment
with the truth
as I perceive it to be.
Classy Problems has a
modest following.
The people who get it, get it.
That’s good enuf for me.
I’m trying to do my part
in answering the call
to redeem work.

A member of our community
recently suggested
adding stories to the posts.
Up to that point,
I thought the posts would be
more helpful if I left myself out.
I was trying to eliminate
the non-essential.
Don’t get me wrong.
Details matter.
They make life, life.
In my development process,
the details keep me stuck.
Letting go of the details
is a post-survival skill for me.
I wrote with that intent:
Strip it down.
Deliver the insight.
Move on.

Back to the original question:
What am I trying to accomplish
with Classy Problems?

I love stories for
entertainment.
I love information for
engagement.
The more the better.
Give me the structure,
the reasoning,
the actions.
I’ll find the connections.
That’s how I’m wired.
I wrote for people
wired like me.
Clean, abstract, non-personal.
I was committing
survival thinking
in a post-survival moment.
No story. No details.
All value. All signal. No static.
Or so I thought.
My demonstration was different
in conversations
and in our trainings.
I would share moments
where I was stuck
in the details of life.
Some people leaned in.
Some
looked for the emergency exit.
Those who stayed?
They’d say the story helped.
That it helped them make the connection.
Even when someone
in our community said,
“Hey, these would land even better
with a story…”
I still didn’t make the connection.
It turns out the personal parts
weren’t a distraction.
They were the doorway.
That realization
made me more
than a little uncomfortable.
It means letting go of a version of me
that believes more helpful
meant less personal.
This is the next version of next.
The next version of next of me
and of Classy Problems.
Hopefully better than before.
What I consistently make time for
is my intentional demonstration
of who I’m choosing to become.