There is something about a project done that raises a smile to my cheeks. As I’ve noted over the past few weeks, I’ve been working on the home. I finally got around to mounting the downstairs TV, which puts me a step closer to figuring out what sort of cabinet and such is needed in that space. The task would’ve been simple work for someone skilled in such things. I am not such a person. One stripped screw and one hour later the work was done and I, ever the fan boy, enjoyed Game of Thrones on a wall mounted screen.
I call this a small victory. It wasn’t the wounded cavs edging the Warriors in game 2, or the Rangers coming back time and again to force a game 7, but it was a small victory. I’m learning to cherish these small victories. Too much of my life has been wasted waiting for the big win and overlooking the small but meaningful ones. When I coach I constantly remind my players that they can only ever control their attitude and their effort and to have full control of both–to push both to the limits of what is possible. Now in the purest form of hypocrisy, I often look too far into the future and through such means lose control of both attitude and effort. Knowing this now allows me to get better at practicing what I preach.
Some Thoughts:
- It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the year Dickens first published his classic A Tale of Two Cities.