So a wonderful thing happened to me on the Big Red Carpet. First, I screwed up. Lots of great stories start that way. For me, screwing up is not exactly unusual. Perfectionism took me all the way to Harvard Medical School and very nearly killed me, so these days I focus more on healthier goals: getting stuff done, doing my best, pushing my limits, cleaning up my own messes and learning from them. That kind of stuff: improvement is possible and useful, whereas perfection is an abstract idea not found in nature. But that’s all for another day. So I screwed up, and I didn’t even notice I’d screwed up until I started seeing some surprising responses. I asked folks to have some fun, use their imagination and think of a superhero or other identity, an alter-ego of sorts they’d enjoy wearing to work. Mine was Batman. How cool would that be? I jumped on the comic book theme on a whim. It turned out others were doing it too. No surprise there: comic books are hardly a new concept. The surprise came when I started getting submissions that were abstract ideas and personal qualities instead of personas. Instead of Wonder [...]![]()
