Persistence: yeah, at some point it becomes insanity. At the very least you have to know what you’re trying to do/accomplish/be, and then you need to exhaust every reasonable attempt, but then, if you’ve been soundly...impeded, shall we say...it’s prudent to move on to something else. Maybe something like what you were attempting, maybe something that shores up a skill or some other thing you were lacking in the attempt at the other thing. But yeah, persistence uber alles is no good.
You may not know exactly when quitting time comes, but if you have guilt-free relief after you do, then it was the right time.
Ah, Tequila. I knew that horse. Beautiful but a great metaphor of things that should wear flashing red lights. What made him so downright mean? Did my fear of him give him power? A dumb animal. Or was he? I chose to avoid him when at all possible. Then finally to leave him behind for good. Another metaphor.
I wonder about this "getting back up on a horse" thing. Who's the wiser animal; the stubborn mule that was born for the role or the one that thinks he/she will "break" him? No offense intended, here. At what point should we say, "Enough" and step away from that which causes such harm? I think we should look for another horse, and only if we ever cared for riding in the first place.
Lol, good Lord, how are you still alive?!?
On a serious note, when do you determine that persistence is also not working? Is that ever an option?
Haha. I was tougher. I just didn’t know it yet.
Persistence: yeah, at some point it becomes insanity. At the very least you have to know what you’re trying to do/accomplish/be, and then you need to exhaust every reasonable attempt, but then, if you’ve been soundly...impeded, shall we say...it’s prudent to move on to something else. Maybe something like what you were attempting, maybe something that shores up a skill or some other thing you were lacking in the attempt at the other thing. But yeah, persistence uber alles is no good.
You may not know exactly when quitting time comes, but if you have guilt-free relief after you do, then it was the right time.
Ah, Tequila. I knew that horse. Beautiful but a great metaphor of things that should wear flashing red lights. What made him so downright mean? Did my fear of him give him power? A dumb animal. Or was he? I chose to avoid him when at all possible. Then finally to leave him behind for good. Another metaphor.
I wonder about this "getting back up on a horse" thing. Who's the wiser animal; the stubborn mule that was born for the role or the one that thinks he/she will "break" him? No offense intended, here. At what point should we say, "Enough" and step away from that which causes such harm? I think we should look for another horse, and only if we ever cared for riding in the first place.