Good, Better, Not Best…

You read that right. We need to stop being the best.

We need to stop having this ideal in our heads we need to hustle until we’re the best at what we do in our respective fields. 

By now you’re probably dismissing me as lazy and incompetent, or at minimum: copping out. 

Hear me out. 

When you climb to the top of ladder and run out of rungs, where is there left to go? Nowhere. So when you’re the best, what do you have left to strive for? Nothing. So what is to say you won’t fall to the level of complacency and eventual incompetence? Nothing. You’ll have your hungry ones who will fight to stay on top, sure. They’re the exception and not the rule. However, they too are not immune–that constant hustle is exhausting and complacency is pretty tempting. 

What if: instead, we tried to be better than ourselves yesterday but not as good as what we’ll be tomorrow?

Progress isn’t linear, it’s cyclic. It’s a war; each day a new battle against mediocrity. 

I don’t wanna be the best, I wanna be great. I don’t need to be known for how I was the best flight nurse or even the best nurse. I’d rather be remembered for my constant drive to better myself even when I was wrong. I’d rather be known for my passion even when I failed. I’d rather be known for my love of passing that love on to others or the inspiration I bequeathed.

I don’t wanna be the best because the best get cocky and they kill people. The best still can mess up because they know they’re the apex predators…there is a reason sharks don’t have to turn their heads and yet they die by swimming straight into nets. This is the concept of hubris from the Ancient Greeks and the basis of the Christian proverb: “pride cometh before the fall” (Proverbs 16:18).

Perhaps this seems like a controversial idea. Why wouldn’t someone want to be the best in a field that almost always requires and expects you to be the best of the best? A field that is highly competitive?

Because of complacency.

When you strive and hustle for so long and then get what you want, you get complacent. You know who isn’t complacent? The guy coming after your job. They’re working their ass off trying to get what you have. If you don’t wanna continue to earn your title—don’t worry, someone else will. 

I’m ok with other people being better than me. Because that gives me a constantly moving target to aim for. It keeps me excited and keeps me hungry for more. It makes me work and train. Having role models means I need to keep on my toes to stay great. I don’t want to be the best because I want to stay working for what I have. It makes me question “why” and “how”, not just nod and blindly say “ok, fine.”

We hold a great responsibility.

We’re the role models, we set the standards. People want what we have… that’s heavy. Not only do we have lives in our hands but we also hold the potential to inspire. Our work ethics model how others shape theirs. Eyes are on us when we shirk our duties to train, keep up our equipment, and maintain the competencies keeping us sharp and competitive. Taking out the fact it is a disservice to our constituents… it is a disservice to ourselves and those who look at us with stars in their eyes. 

And when they (these unbeknownst protégés of ours) come to us and tell us “I want to be just like you….” I hope we all have the humbleness to be able to look to these people and say “No… I want you to be better than me, be smarter and faster, more talented and successful than me… do more, be more than me… that’s my wish for you…” 

So don’t strive to be the best… strive to be better. Strive to stay as hungry as the first time you wanted to apply for the job. 

Don’t be good, be better, but don’t kill yourself being the best at the cost of your health, sanity, and life… the only one you’re competing with is yesterday-self and tomorrow-self. 

-Clear skies and tail winds, friends

Six Sentiments for Season Six: Nurses Week 2020

Heeeeeeey Nurseeeeeee!

In honor of Nurses Week 2020 and what will be my sixth year of nursing, I wanted to make a post with the six observations I have about who I am as a nurse and pieces of wisdom I wanted to share.

  1. I came into this profession shiny and new with clean, pressed edges and resounding hope. While I still believe in the goodness of people, my cotton is a bit wrinkled now from the disregard shown by humanity. It’s intact still, not threadbare and laid waste from years of abuse quite yet. You can see the change notably from six years ago. Sometimes something really good happens that irons out the wrinkles and makes the cotton look renewed though. Sometimes when a small tear happens, a kind soul will come along a patch it up. In our profession, we can’t expect our cloth to stay immaculate–we should expect it to become a bit dirty and a bit worn. But we need to allow ourselves to let it be repaired and refreshed. Our work is meaningful.
  2. Protect your “helpers.” Value them. Now when I say “helpers” I don’t mean that these people are there to serve YOU (The Nurse)–you are all there for the common goal of bettering a patient. These individuals help in making your jobs easier though. So value them. Protect their interests. Are your respiratory therapists lobbying for better equipment? Join them. They know their specialty and there is probably a reason. Is another nurse abusing her patient care technician? Step up. Be a leader by advocating for that person. Is the department paramedic pushing for more privileges their license allows them to do? Speak up! These are our team mates. Rally to their sides.
  3. Pass on what you learn. It is so easy to find information and hoard it but its better for a department when you disseminate it. In this pandemic, I early on volunteered to moderate a Facebook Group Covid-19 Healthcare Professionals (click for link) which at the time (early March?) had like 300 people. The idea was to have a place for professionals to share information and develop a community. It quickly grew to over 84,000 people (at time of writing). Ideas flew like crazy from how to prevent skin breakdown from face masks to setting up vents and pumps outside negative pressure rooms. But the idea was this: knowledge sharing. Teach what you know to others–precept new team mates and if more experienced or older staff ask for help with something, teach without judgement. Do all acts for the betterment of the whole.
  4. Nursing will disappoint you. A lot. Frequently. Management will promise you the world only to give you scraps whether on purpose or not. Toad, Four Year Degree in Bladder HoldingPatients will burn you despite you breaking your back for them. The pay will never equal the work some days. Lunches won’t come some days and your bladder will harden to that comparable to those weird frogs that hibernate for years in Australia (I pulled out that metaphor from somewhere…don’t @ me).
  5. You don’t always get what you want (to quote the Rolling Stones). In fact–get used to it. I had a lot of “no’s” told to me in six years. Career paths I thought I wanted that went to other people. It hurt, guys. Baaaaaaaad. But the funny thing about “no” is sometimes it’s just a primer for “because here’s this instead! TA-FRIIIIGGGGIINNN-DAAA!” And it really is better. I didn’t always trust that I was told no for a reason. I felt like that no was my own resounding failure when in reality it was just because I was a better fit elsewhere. That job I thought was perfect? It took a wiser nurse sitting me down and telling me I wouldn’t be happy doing it. I didn’t believe her for a while and I was bitter at her assumption–how could she possibly know what I wanted? But she was right. I should’ve listened instead of being angry. Because my dream job offer came half a year later. Even if you don’t get that dream offer like I did right away, keep at it. Something I always tell new nurses or nurses trying to strive for something is this: Never accept “no”–rephrase it as “not right now.” By accepting that no and letting the door slam in your face, you’re missing possibilities of three more doors opening just down the road to even better opportunities.
  6. While nursing has given me the most painful memories and caused me some of the worst heartaches–it has given me so much more. It has given me purpose. Friendships. Meaning. It has saved my life when I felt it didn’t mean anything. Days I didn’t want to get out of bed–I knew I was needed by my coworkers and patients. Somedays that made the difference for me just knowing that the work I did with my two little hands caused change gives my career meaning. I’m proud of what I do and I couldn’t imagine doing anything else even on my worst days… find meaning in your work. This will help you power through the ugliest parts of our job.

 

So this week… this whole month… this whole year… hold your heads up high, Nurses.

We have faced insurmountable odds in some parts of the world and in those not necessarily being inundated by viral illness but rather facing unemployment from low-census or budget-cuts. The world sees us and while they may not necessarily empathize with our plights and administration may still gift us pizza parties (not you night shift–you get half eaten stale donuts because “tradition”) instead of safe staffing and all the things we really need…we’ll still keep showing up and providing top-notch care.

Happy Nurses Week!