I lived a sloppy life. So I took very small increments in my life. I started making my bed. I started cleaning my room. There were dishes in the sink. It started off with doing small house chores. I saw that the yard needed to be mowed. So instead of being told it needed to be mowed, I would mow it.
Weak minds sink under prosperity as well as adversity; but strong and deep ones have two high tides.
I've always been more comfortable sinking while clutching a good theory than swimming with an ugly fact.
In this game, you're on your own. You either sink or swim.
You need to learn a practical lesson. Grit alone is not going to save you from sinking.
You are overboard in deep open water without a PFD (personal floatation device), or at least that's what your instructor is yelling. Sink or swim, plebe.
Collage is not a kitchen sink; it's not a refuge for the compositionally disabled.
In this business you either sink or swim or you don't.
I'd always assumed that by 40 I'd have at least a modicum of stability - a steady income, an established career, a bountiful fullness, like a pillow into which I could sink as I entered the second half of my life.
Later, I could take something off my slider and I could make my fastball sink, so I really had four pitches.
