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Life is a sine curve. You have winning streaks and losing streaks. Often times, it can reverse in the blink of an eye. You never know when it will happen. It’s luck. It’s skill. It’s will. Sometimes it’s just a hot date. Like any positive streak, you want to keep your hot streaks going as long as possible. You want to be Joe DiMaggio. You want to make your own luck. That said, I tell this short tale not to brag, for there is nothing to brag about, but to relate.
2016 was a rough year for many people, but for me on a deeply personal level it was one of the most brutal years in a long, long time. The worst since 2011, to be exact, and I hit bottom probably around October. Not rock bottom. I’d say somewhere between Han Solo in the Death Star trash compactor and Andy Dufresne crawling through a tunnel of shit. And like both of those characters, I somehow made it out, and I started an unbelievable hot streak in early December. The second week. I drummed up several new promising accounts out of thin air. I saw excellent shows, drank the best, most magnificent beers and spirits, and got to spend almost a month at the beach. I had a vacation date, followed by another when I got home, and with one woman comes another, then another. When you’re hot, you’re hot, and you want to keep it going.
So the question is, how do you go from a five-game hitting streak to being Joe DiMaggio?
After experiencing nearly a year long losing streak, all I have to say is this – milk it. Embrace it. Enjoy it. Don’t take a winning streak for granted. Grab life by the balls. By the damned cojones. A streak is a streak, after all, and anyone who’s experienced the downward spiral knows that adversity comes faster than a virgin with his first girlfriend.
Like a good hunt, a great game, and an exciting race, now is the time to push yourself. Step outside your comfort zone. Work out at 7:00 a.m. Get a hot date per week until something sticks. Push to close on everything you want. Push back on everything and everyone until you get a better deal. The elation of constantly winning is unbeatable. Win so much that you have to say, “President Trump, I’m so sick of winning” (kidding, don’t burst a blood vessel). Maintain your momentum and get everything you possibly can before the metaphorical cold winter, when you have to hide and hibernate and binge on pizza and wings and try your best not to bottom out when the next rough patch comes to pass. .
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“Comes faster than a virgin with his first girlfriend”
Pure gold.
You had me at sine curves. Kick ass on your streak, only ends when you say it does
Nothing gets the ladies going like Trig 101
It’s all about getting tangent to the curves
That’s acute pun
Let it fuckin’ rip
Slider… you stink
Still waiting on that piece about milking a hot steak…
I have nipples Greg; can you milk me?
That’s a question for Charlie
When I get on a hot streak I try to milk that teat drier than that girl with the nose ring did on The Bachelor this week
This article felt incomplete…
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I’ve got that bottom feeling right now and this was a great read for the better times to come. Salute to you. Keep killin it
When you bottom out, you’ve got nowhere to go but up. I’m trying to claw my way back up now. One day at a time my friend.
needed this. definitely winning