Weeknotes 54 - Strategic inaction
- At work we have a car park that has been repurposed for bike storage, and it gets pretty full. I overheard someone from another company express surprise at the number of bikes locked up there. With every year there seems to be more cyclists on my route to work, and some central London routes at rush hour are completely overloaded with bike traffic. Statistics support my anecdotal evidence of a cycling boom. It’s weird to think that there are people who don’t notice it.
- Saturday was probably the best day of my life so far. I had gone out the night before with a new friend who makes me feel seen. I woke up in a great mood and then during the driving lesson I improved both pulling over and parallel parking. I got home pretty proud of myself, put a video from the last dance class on the TV and practiced the choreography. My partner cooked lunch and then we sat in the sun while we read. I was so happy I had a little cry before having a nap. Good times.
- Some things in my life have recently started working out to my advantage through strategic inaction.
- I doubled the number of hours I dance each week and it seem to be bearing fruit. I notice myself imagine my body moving when I listen to music. The choreography is starting to sink in between classes. I get about 200% more enjoyment out of each session. I started watching videos from the class to spot what I should be working on next.
- When I was a kid I knew only one approach to learning: brute force. Throw yourself into the deep end, and force yourself to keep at it until you get it. This approach is both time consuming and painful, so it takes discipline and perseverance. I have since discovered spaced repetition, which seems like cheating because it doesn’t feel like effort, and yet somehow it works. It’s an idea that should have been introduced to me in school, but I found out about it in adulthood when I played with learning Spanish using Duolingo.
- Here’s another concept I wish had been introduced to me earlier in my life: being trans. I spent my youth asking boyfriends if they’d still love me if I were a boy, and asking girlfriends to teach me how to be a girl because for some reason I didn’t know how to be one. It wasn’t until I read Chelsea Manning discussing her gender identity and desire to transition in leaked Manning-Lamo chat logs that something clicked and suddenly became clear. When I came out to people who knew me in my teens they were surprised, as if they too missed all of the obvious signs. In hindsight we were all a bunch of oblivious idiots.
- And that’s why visibility matters.