Here I am, age 7, the day I earned my yellow belt in Judo.
The way I remember it is that a quick-but-devastating hip throw surprised my orange belt opponent and, to everyone's shock, I won.
It would be my first and only judo match to date.
Record: 1-0, undefeated.
Status: Retired.
What happened?
Tuition fees happened.
My Earth-shattering hip throw was ineffective against the gunpowder of neoliberalism.
But this is not about my beef against Milton Friedman.
This post is about
the white belt mentality.
A white belt is essentially a novice.
Here, take a look at what I’ve tried with different levels of resounding unsuccess:
Music Production
Longboarding
Poetry
Filmmaking
Literary event production
Motion design
3D compositing
Video Mapping
Cross Fit
Muay Thai
Now, for context, let's say that Ja Rule is a white belt at organizing music festivals
And Trump is a black belt at scamming people
Now let's rate these puppies:
You might be wondering:
Bro, where are your black and brown belts?
And my answer is:
You have great observational skills. Have you thought of working as a private investigator?
I'm sorry. That was unnecessarily snarky. I felt attacked.
What I meant to say is this:
No black belts.
No brown belts.
And that's ok.
“Amateurs might lack formal training, but they’re all lifelong learners, and they make a point of learning in the open, so that others can learn from their failures and successes.”
Excerpt From
Show Your Work!: 10 Ways to Share Your Creativity and Get Discovered
On his deathbed, Kanō Jigoro the founder of Judo asked to be buried in a white belt instead of a black belt.
He wanted to be remembered as a learner, not a master.
He also said:
If a 7-year-old white belt can hip-throw an orange belt opponent, he is "The One”
To my point, you white belt legends: be a professional beginner in front of as many people as possible.
In a world where jaw-dropping talent is hyper-visible, there's beauty in being a noob.
See you on Monday!
Matias.
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