There’s a wonderful book called Range by David Epstein that tosses a lasso around an old career debate: is it better to be a specialist or a generalist? The brain surgeon or the Swiss Army knife. The precision scalpel or the pocket multitool.
Epstein’s research suggests that generalists often thrive because they pull insights from unexpected places, while specialists shine through depth and refinement. Both succeed. Both falter.
But here’s the part I can’t shake. It’s the part that lives between the pages. Maybe it’s not the range that matters most. Maybe it’s the story you tell yourself about your range.
If you call yourself a generalist and whisper it like an apology, you’ll forever feel like an unfinished version of someone more focused. But if you carry that same label with pride, you become an explorer of intersections, a creative cross-pollinator, a cartographer of chaos.
If you call yourself a specialist and think it means you’re narrow, you’ll dig yourself into a hole so deep the sun forgets your name. But if you tell yourself you’re a craftsman, a keeper of mastery, you’ll find light even in the tunnel’s quiet.
The label isn’t the problem. The story is.
Right brain or left brain. Taurus or Scorpio. Leader or follower.
It’s not the title that defines the trajectory. It’s the tale you choose to tell about it.
Stay Positive & Is Your Current Narrative One You’re Proud Of?
