Boxing, life's greatest metaphor
What I love most about boxing is the gym culture. Absolute honesty.
None of that surface-level fakeness that permeates office culture. Very refreshing.
At the gym, if you drop your hands, you get punched in the face.
At the office, if you mess up, the process is there to catch you.
At the gym, if you do something wrong, the coach says "Yo, what the fuck are you doing? Do it like this"
At the office, if you fuck up, your peers say "Have you maybe considered this approach?"
At the gym, when your body won't listen, the coach says "No not like that" and you keep trying until you get it.
At the office, when you keep repeating mistakes, your manager says "I have created a new process for us to follow"
At the gym, when you get punched in the face, you shake it off and punch back.
At the office, when you crash production, you discuss your feelings with the team and find opportunities to create more process.
At the gym, when you need feedback, the coach says "You are doing X, Y, and Z wrong. That's why you keep getting punched in the face"
At the office, when you need feedback, you gotta read between the lines. God forbid anyone is ever upset about anything.
And that's why I like to box every day. The honesty is refreshing.