I have a discriminating personality. Some say I am picky. Nit-picky. A double virgo. I wish to dispel the notion that my cranky, bossy, controlling behaviors are unfortunate social behaviors, and instead demonstrate that I have a kind of skill, a talent for discernment, and productive judgment.
The ability to make fine distinctions and then act on them comes in handy it seems. I know it must be valuable to someone, as I get paid to be this way. As a magazine production director I gets things done by controlling tools and tasks and people and moving them towards a specific end in a specific period of time.
My biggest crime, if I was to admit that there is a lawless edge to my personality, is that I may suffer from an occupational hazard that comes from the constant plan-making, and as the task-master, making people do things. I plan, I schedule, I make budget. Endless tasks attempted by skilled and semi-skilled workers who gather together in a repetitive loop of actions. I spend hours in the careful management of resources, defining, taking risks and understanding dependencies. But always it comes down to, the discriminating selection of a path and going for it.
With a great deal of luck and patience, I am beginning to hear my own voice emerge. I have been speaking all my life, of course, giving orders and arranging things for someone else’s gain. But lately, I have felt utterly impatient to hear my voice sing out, to be loud enough for other people to notice, to say what I will, and be interesting. We shall see.
A Discriminating Voice 