— The Notorious B.I.G.
There’s a lot that I still don’t know.
A simple philosophy gets me through life and makes it easier for me to relate with others, both in my working and social life: it’s the knowledge that there’s a lot of things in my life that I don’t know.
I see my lack of knowledge as an opportunity for growth, and through my experiences I’ve found three ways to make every day a learning experience.
1) Don’t be Stubborn
An anecdote: I had recently moved to Toronto, and was getting the hang of using the TTC — Toronto’s mode of public transportation in the form of buses, subways, and streetcars.
By the first month, I found myself pretty proficient in using the bus and subway system to travel around from home to school to work.
There was one bit of travel that I found particularly frustrating. To change subway lines at Spadina station, you have to exit the train on the Bloor line, walk down a pathway for about 5 minutes, and only then could you access the other subway car that travels northbound and southbound.
I did this method for about two months, until one day I was travelling with my cousin, who had lived in the city most of her life.
“Here,” she said. “Let’s get off at St. George station; it’s quicker.”
“What? No way,” I scoffed.
But sure, enough, as we got off one stop over at St. George station, I was amazed to discover that our changeover distance consisted of simply walking up a short flight of steps to reach the platform for the other subway line.
In hindsight, I find my stubbornness a bit absurd: why wouldn’t I listen to my cousin, someone who spent more time in the city and, in this case, had more transit experience than me? If I stayed stuck in my ways and insisted we take Spadina instead, I may be still running the walkway to catch trains to this day (or at least for several months).
2) Ask Questions
Another instance occurred when I went to run an errand with one of my coworkers. A little backstory: every week I go to the grocery store to purchase apples for the company snack. I don’t mind doing the task — in fact I quite enjoy it — though I dreaded the return trip back to work. Apples are heavy; when you buy $50 worth of the fruit it becomes quite the struggle to lug them from Point A to Point B, even if said points are across the street from one another.
One day I helped my co-worker transport refreshments for a work party. This included cases of alcohol, and I contemplated how many trips we would have to make to lug such heavy items back and forth to the office.
I noticed that my colleague rolled a trolley dolly along to run the errand. As we exited the LCBO (for you ‘Mericans, it’s where we buy our liquor in Ontario) I asked, “That’s a neat little shopping cart — where did you buy it?”
“Oh, I’ve had it for some time,” she explained. “I use it whenever I do runs for supplies. Wait — how have you been carrying apples all this time?”