But I’m different because I really do know everything. Hah, such folly!

I used to be the guy that thought he knew everything; at least that’s what my credentials told me.

Then life whispered in my ear “you don’t know shit.” That’s when I was fired from my oil and gas job, couldn’t land anything else with my engineering degree, became anxious and depressed, lost my relationship to the woman I had been dating for over two and half years, and moved back home after being financially strapped at the age of 26.

Here I am starting from scratch, and I’ll be the first to say… no calmly whisper “I don’t know a fucking thing.” Not just a thing but a fucking thing.

What’s the by product for not knowing shit? For me, my happiness and gratefulness have increased a good bit.

For example, I’m happy and grateful to land work at a local retail store right down the road. I used to believe such things were “beneath me.”

I have also become far more sociable, been able to express myself more and how I really feel, and my work ethic has increased.

I used to think these things were only possible if I was doing what I loved or had a better life situation. See, that’s that “knowing stuff” I was talking about. It’s dangerous.

But because I don’t know anymore, I’ve realized I enjoy doing those things regardless. I don’t have to think about it either; it comes natural.

But don’t take my word for it; see for yourself. Only through admitting to not knowing shit and wholly accepting it can you begin to dance through some of life’s biggest stressors it throws your way.

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