I’ve been astonishingly lucky with many elements of my career. Mostly because solid singles turned into doubles or the occasional homer. I figure most of the failures are my fault and many of the successes were really good breaks. But I can’t imagine how lonely and depressing it would be to view myself as nothing but a pinball, batted around by forces over which I have no influence.
Truer words were never spoken. I think of myself as the luckiest son-of-a-gun that ever lived. My family is wonderful, my health great, my career thriving. I get to do what I love every day. Sure, sometimes bad things happen. You can’t always control the things that happen to you. But letting things that happen dictate how you live your life, letting them control your actions because you feel you’ve got no control? Now that’s real misfortune.
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