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"What's that?" he asked. "If you won millions of dollars in the Lottery, would you give up your business?" "In a friggin' minute!" he admitted and laughed. "That's why I'm working so hard. So someday I won't have to work."
Missy has taught me that if you can't pass the Lottery test you really should move on. A job (or a business) should be something that you look forward to, every day. I've seen Missy get up at 4 AM in the dead of winter, bundle up, and go outside to sweep a light dusting of snow off our front lawn. I'll go downstairs in my pajamas, stand by the front door, and watch her work out there in the dark. In her mind, she believes that sweeping the snow will help Thomas the bus driver get to our house in the morning. She thinks that she can control the weather with a corn broom and when Thomas shows up at 7:20 AM, Missy will look at me and say, "See?" She'll also get out there early and move the trashcans five feet down the street if I mistakenly positioned them between the front door and where Thomas stops his short yellow bus five days a week. She's "going in" and no trashcan shall stand in her way. Can you imagine what life would be like if you approached your work with this sort of persistence and determination?
Missy is a lot better than I am at accepting a situation for what is. But she does have that extra chromosome, and she has used it to work out a pretty good philosophy on life. Begin with "I'm going in!" Bring that attitude to all that you choose to do, especially your work. If you find this is impossible, you fail the Lottery test and you need to find some other sort of work.
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This guy really didn't like "going in." He was doing it because he felt he had to. He could learn a thing or two from Missy. She "goes in," come hell or high water, because she likes what's waiting there for her. If she didn't like it, she'd go do something else. Life isn't that complicated for her. But then, she does have the advantage of that extra chromosome.
There's one other thing that she says that I wanted to tell you about at this special time of the year. When she gets frustrated, she'll look at us and say, "So? Who cares?" For instance, let's say it really is snowing and she just can't sweep the lawn fast enough. At first, she'll shout, "I'm going in!" but as the drifts pile higher she'll just accept the inevitable and come back inside. She'll take off her coat and her boots and look out the window. Then she'll mumble, "So? Who cares?"| Dan Holohan - [Intro] | [Email] | [Website] |
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