Five months ago, Three Teaspoons A Day was launched from a late night kitchen table conversation, a lofty list of New Year’s resolutions, and a few bottles of cheap red wine. This blog was founded organically, partly out of happenstance, partly out of friendship, and certainly at an opportune time. Our posts are genuine because we don’t preach from the pulpit; instead, we built this blog from the ground up through writing about personal experiences, real struggles, and day-to-day revelations. I can’t speak for the other two teaspoons, but I know this blog has been therapeutic for me, both as an outlet and as a forum.
Inspiration comes in droves for me. This morning, for example, I awoke from drowsy slumber an hour earlier than usual. I woke up to a beeping alarm clock, but stayed up from a reeling mind. I get in these states sometimes, and the only way I can describe it is a flush of consciousness. In that moment, I feel anxious and inspired and present. I started thinking about the resolutions I made on that dreary December evening and the key phrase that resonates in my About Me: “This year, I’m working on change from within, instead of expecting change from others.”
An internal change I am working on both personally and professionally is communication. Communication is so fundamental, but also something I wasn’t aware I was lacking in until it was brought up on multiple occasions by various people. For some, communication is considered second nature, but for me it just doesn’t come naturally. From a two-year relationship and four years of working full-time, I have realized that communication is both a personal struggle and a work in progress.
In work, for example, I have missed my fair share of deadlines. However, my conversations with management aren’t about the deadlines themselves, but more so about my communication before and after the fact that affects their perception of my work ethic. Like my manager candidly said to me this morning, communication before a missed deadline is having foresight, while communication after a missed deadline is poor hindsight. It is always better to over-communicate than to under-communicate, because communication is the only way to make sure everybody is on the same page.
Putting myself out there through this blog is at times frightening, but I truly believe that transparent vulnerability is the basis of shared understanding. In letting my guard down and stripping the walls of my pride, the process of change is fully facilitated. If anything, this blog has helped me realize that there are others who feel the same way and that this struggle, though personal and real, is not confined to myself. Readers, what are your tips on becoming a better communicator? What are the changes from within that you are working on? I would love to hear your honest feedback.