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Clay 🦦
Director of Product at Homie • We're hiring!
Clay Walter is an experienced product design professional who has held leadership positions at several companies. He was the Director of Product & Design at Homie from October 2020 to February 2022.1 Currently, Clay is the Vice President of User Experience at Tailored Brands, Inc., where he leads teams on Experience, Strategy, and Insights.1
Clay's career highlights include:
- Vice President of User Experience at Tailored Brands, Inc. (Current position)
- Sr Director and Director of Product & Design at ProducePay (February 2022 - Present)
- Director of Product & Design at Homie (October 2020 - February 2022)
- Group Product Design Manager at Progressive Leasing (January 2017 - March 2020)
- Senior Product Designer at Digital Empire (July 2014 - January 2017)
Clay is known for his expertise in design systems, user experience, and leading teams to solve complex problems. He describes himself as "Doing dope shit since '88" and has a passion for distilling complex problems into simple and usable product experiences.1
Highlights
How often do you feel like giving up?
I have found myself in this cycle of "Tried so hard. Didn't succeed. Didn't get what I want. I guess I got what I need." for as long as I have been alive.
The younger version of myself took forever to get to that last part of my bastardization of that beautiful lyric; I guess I got what I need.
I used to be blind with rage in critical moments of failure.
I would be so angry at everyone above and around me, and I would not think twice about what they must be going through.
Importantly, though, and sadly, I was most mad at the face that I saw staring in the mirror. How could you be so fucking stupid? How did you not see this? Will you ever learn?
These three questions circled most in that 'Didn't succeed' part of the cycle.
My god, that part was so fucking painful.
Inevitably, though, as time passed, I would always come around to the lessons to be pulled from those failures. I would put myself into the minds of those above and around me to imagine what they must have gone through at that moment. I guess that's empathy, huh?
Pro tip: This was most helpful that one time I got myself fired. 🙃
I would piece together each critical moment where We/I could have turned left instead of right. I would then drift away in my head, dreaming up various scenarios to imagine different outcomes. My focus on the outcomes was not really driven toward success. I mostly wanted to understand what could have happened differently.
Through that process, I found that part of the cycle of 'I guess I got what I need.' That's where I would finally piece together the lessons learned.
For those who know me closely, I imagined you laughed as you read, 'I used to be so angry.' I still get pretty angry sometimes. 😅
This cycle is constant, and I believe it is healthy–at least for me.
The main shift is that learning more about how I process failure has enabled me to tighten the loop and see the field more clearly and quickly.
It has allowed me to quickly toss away the thought of "Should I just give up?" and focus on identifying what can be learned and how can We/I pivot.
As John Foreman says in this great book that you should all fucking read (Leadership Wise), "Failure should not be the destination, but a waypoint to success."
Note: He didn't say it exactly like that, but it is close enough. It was the initial trigger as I re-read the book this past weekend, sparking these notes. Read the fucking book.
Understanding how I process failure has enabled me to put myself into the imaginary minds of others, peel away the anger, and move into scenario planning and lesson identification far more quickly than when I was 'pissed without a cause.'
It has allowed me to learn and grow as I navigate each waypoint of failure.
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It's been a while since I shared a note. It might be a while before I share another.
Friday is coming. Do what brings you joy.
Stay dope.
xoxo
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What does it mean to be kind?
That question has floated above my head for some time, and –while I do not know shit– I am beginning to grasp what kindness means to me.
This life we lead is simply one of one.
We can choose to exist as the leading actor in a grand story with a shallow focus isolated on ourselves, where all others come into frame as needed and depart as necessary. Let's call this ‘self-obsessed.’
As uncomfortable as it may be, we all occasionally move in and out of a 'self-obsessed' mindset. Now, this may be controversial, but I am convinced this is okay; it is to be human to feel important.
It is here where we develop our sense of self-esteem. It is here where the ego lies and how we establish connections with ourselves and others.
The ego is beautiful; it is only bad if left unregulated.
Thankfully, most do not live here consistently.
We can move beyond 'self-obsessed' by extending that focus to those we care for deeply and create an illusion that we do not exist for ourselves but instead for those in our 'pack.' Let's call this 'pack-obsessed.'
It is here where most of us live, both personally and professionally. Living 'pack-obsessed' is not bad either; again, it is to be human.
But I am unconvinced genuine kindness lives here.
Instead, here is where we often fool ourselves into righteousness while becoming protective of our inner circle with an 'at all cost' mindset. It is here where division roots itself, corporate politics run rampant, and we find ourselves in a 'Game of Thrones' while fuck-all gets done.
Admittedly, I have lived here, and it's a shitty way to exist. It makes sense, though, as our experience of the world largely shapes our values.
It was only a few years ago that I shaped a core set of guiding values for myself, which at the time was painful and felt like fucking nonsense. But I wanted to understand what I cared about, so I did it – and it was the first step to helping me evaluate what kindness means to me.
Kindness is not being nice to people – at least not to me.
Kindness is about recognizing the shit people are in who are not yourself (or in your pack) and reflecting deeply on how you would hope to be treated before acting — and then living that act out.
I am not perfect. I am not always kind. But I am trying.
I will not tell anyone how to exist; it's your fucking life to live.
But could you try with me? We are all we have.
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Needless to say, I sought some outdoor therapy this weekend. It was fucking cold and my legs are exhausted. These are my pictures, and these were my notes.
Stay dope.
xoxo
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