Setting realistic goals and then focusing on ‘em properly without becoming obsessed with the process until they’re accomplished.
That’s how I got the perfect wife over half a century ago, a military retirement check deposited automatically every month, free health care, Social Security checks deposited every month, a BS, BA, and an MA, a retirement check from the state university system every month, and a 32″ waistline.
One goal was to get a perfect 4.0 in my B.A., but that was perhaps a bit unrealistic, so I hadda settle for a 3.98 and a SCL certificate.
I knew by the time I was 17 that at 5′ 7″ and 168 lbs the goal of Center for the Celtics or QB for the Bears was prob’ly not gonna materialize, so I went with golf as my adult sport and worked my way to a 4 handicap while at Pearl Harbor around 1982-3. When I put the clubs in storage a few years back, it had ballooned to around 12 since I played only about once every 2 weeks. Never could putt for shit.
Guy’s gotta know his limitations as well as his strengths, right?
Don’t know if its a gift but I can put up with tons of crap from people at work without flipping out and killing them all.
I try to keep Jesus in my heart, that’s a gift from God. I think the two are connected somehow….
Comment by blindshooter — November 14, 2012 @ 10:32 am
I have no patience and no empathy, but God is a practical joker, and gave me a life demanding both.
Comment by Paul Moore — November 14, 2012 @ 3:54 pm
I can hit the ground at 300mph and 75 G`s and survive. Acording to the Naval Safety Center no human, prior to me, had survived more than 45 G`s (…aorta ruptured and head decapitated…) Small brane & hard ass may have been a factor……
Comment by Colonel Jerry USMC — November 14, 2012 @ 4:04 pm
I always have exactly enough cowbell.
Comment by Steve Skubinna — November 14, 2012 @ 4:27 pm
Guy told me once I had a systems approach to problem solving.
Musta been digestive system ’cause I gained 20 lbs on that job.
Later I figured out that I was pretty good at skipping steps in the decision tree and arrive at the correct answer pretty quickly.
Now I gotta write myself a memo to decide rye or white bread.
Comment by dick, not quite dead white guy — November 14, 2012 @ 7:26 pm