When I first got interested in high-end audio in the prehistoric early 70s I was told I didn’t have an ear. I struggled to hear differences obvious to others and so I placed myself in a box with a label that read, “not a good listener”.
Because I hadn’t an ear I relied upon those of others, which made designing by ear and meter a real challenge. Then, something funny happened. I began to hear things others did not. I kept those findings to myself at first. Who’s interested in the observations of a tin ear? Over time I realized my ear had developed and I was often a better listener than others.
I had learned. I had grown in spite of myself.
The box I had placed Paul in was a self-imposed narrative that held me back. And if that is true, why would I purposefully restrict my growth?
I placed Paul in safe little boxes to avoid the pain of failure and the ridicule of others.
Once I began realizing the power of these boxes I began opening them and releasing Pauls inside. I didn’t do it quickly, but I certainly did it with purpose.
I put myself in fewer boxes these days.
I guess I am claustrophobic.